He didn't say anything at first, but finally, sounding kind of embarrassed,
he hesitantly asked if I thought it might have something to do with the body
I was then occupying, and if I had ever heard of PMS.
I realized he was right. I was in a woman's body, with a woman's hormones.
It would probably be a miracle if I didn't start acting and feeling somewhat
different.
By the time we got back to his office, I was feeling better, mentally, if not
physically, and had dabbed the tears from my eyes with a tissue, hopefully
not ruining the makeup Linda had applied. The cramps occasionally came and
went, and the tender and sore feeling between my legs was still there, and
maybe stronger. Sitting in Bob's office, we talked some more. I apologized
for what I now recognized as the mood swings I used to notice in Sam when she
had her period. Bob admitted that he was embarrassed to know that his best
buddy was now admiring his butt, and wondered if there was anything we should
do about it. He said it with such seriousness, that it took me a moment to
realize he was kidding me.
"In your dreams!" I said, trying to sound insulted, but before I knew it, we
were both laughing. "When I get my normal body back," I said. "This is all
going to seem so silly and embarrassing. Don't you ever mention this to Sam
or Linda, I'd never live it down."
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Margie, the secretary came in
with some papers for him. As she waited for him to look at them, she asked
Bob whether he knew if they had found someone to take her place while she was
on maternity leave.
"You know I've only got a couple of weeks until I leave." She said to him.
"They really should get somebody in here so that I can show them what I do.
Taking care of you bunch of big babies isn't the easiest thing in the world,
and I don't want the place falling apart before I come back."
"You're coming back after the baby arrives?" I asked. "Don't you want to
stay home and take care of him....., or her?"
"That would be nice." She said. "But, we just can't afford it. I'm
planning on taking about six months and then coming back. I think that's
about all my husband and I can manage." She came over by me, her swollen
belly quite obvious. "Besides, I like my job. The people are pretty nice,
most of them at least." She gave Bob a scowl, and I saw him get kind of red
and look guilty.
"Hey!" He said, sounding guilty as well. "I didn't mean to forget your
birthday, I have trouble remembering my own."
Margie laughed and then Bob got a thoughtful look on his face. "Let me talk
to Terri for a minute, will you, Margie? I'll look at these papers later."
After she closed the door behind her, Bob looked at me again, grinned and
said, "Why don't you apply for the job, Terri? You could do it, you'd make
a terrific secretary."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I was stunned.
"It's only temporary." Bob said. "Sam says you guys need the money, and
it's only for a few months, until Margie comes back." He scratched his chin,
and nodded his head up and down. "You know engineering, Terri, being
secretary to a bunch of engineers should be a snap."
"You're crazy." I said. "I can't do that, I don't know how to be a
secretary."
"It shouldn't be that hard." Bob said. "We do almost all our own typing
these days, with computers and everything. I can't remember the last time
Margie took any dictation or anything like that. She's more of an executive
assistant. She runs the office, makes copies, does some graphics for us,
makes travel arrangements, keeps us in line....., and....., oh, she makes
coffee for us." He said the last part with a smile.
I protested, but realized that maybe he was on to something, Sam and I did
need the money. Before I knew it, he had talked to his boss and Margie,
gotten me an application and told me to take it home, talk to Sam and fill it
out.
His phone rang, and after listening to him for a couple of minutes, I could
tell it would be a long call. I waved to get his attention and motioned that
I was leaving. He looked up at me, covered the mouthpiece and said, "Don't
forget, you're going to talk to Linda, please!"
"Don't worry." I said. "It'll all work out. Talk to you later." I waved
and closed his door on my way out.
I stopped to say goodbye to Margie. See looked me up and down and then
looked around to see if anyone was in the area. Then she motioned me to sit
down. "I'll give you a tip." She said. "I know Mr. Robertson, that's Bob's
boss, pretty well, and I know what makes him tick. If you want to make sure
you get the job, wear a nice short skirt to the interview. He really likes
legs."
"A short skirt?" I was surprised, to say the least. "What kind of guy is
he?" I was getting a little nervous.
"Oh, don't worry about him." Margie said. "He's a nice guy, he's just got
this weakness for pretty legs, you know how men are. That's why I dress the
way I do, show him some leg and you can twist him around your little finger.
My husband knows what I'm doing, and he thinks it's funny." She looked
around again, and said in a loud whisper. "He's really harmless, I think
he's actually terrified of women. His wife tells him what to do, and he does
it. I've met her and she really loves him, it's just that she tends to boss
him around." It's like I was being let in on more secrets of the war between
the sexes.
Margie continued. "Mr. Robertson thinks he runs this office, but he's wrong,
I really run this place. These guys may be good engineers, but every one of
them is off in his own little world, and they couldn't get along without
somebody to keep the place running smoothly. If I have to be a little bit of
an exhibitionist to keep 'em in line, well, so what. I try to keep myself
looking good, and I use what I have." She reached around to rub her back
again. "Oh hell, honey, you look a lot better than I do. With your figure,
you'll have these guys eating out of your hand in no time. Sure, some of
them may try to come on to you a little, now and then, but that's just how
guys are, they all think they're irresistible to women. Just don't let it go
too far and don't show any favorites among them, they're all really sweet
guys."
She paused, then went on. "Besides, they're all married, and they all know
that their wives would kill 'em if they actually did anything." She laughed
a little as she said it, and I laughed along with her. I found that I liked
this woman, I just didn't know if I could handle wearing short skirts and
acting as though I liked the attention they would bring. Things just seemed
to be moving a little too fast for me.
As we talked I felt another cramp and asked if I could use the washroom. I
felt so wet down there, I figured I better check my pad. Margie looked at me
as I winced from the cramp, then asked, "It's that time of the month, isn't
it?" I shook my head to indicate it was, and she went on. "As uncomfortable
as I am now, it's been kind of nice not having those for a while. Come on,
I'll show you where the washroom is, I've gotta pee anyway."
There was more blood on the pad than I would have thought for such a short
time, and I remembered Sam saying it would take a day or so for the discharge
to reach it's maximum. I wondered how often I would be changing the pads if
it got much worse. Linda had only put a couple of pads into my purse, so I
figured that I had better get home, and stop on the way for more of them as
well as some tampons.
I was just about to leave, when Margie asked if I wanted to stop over and see
my sister, Samantha. It was weird to hear Sam referred to that way.
"Oh, sure!" I was kind of curious about Sam's new job.
Sam's office was in another wing of the building and up on the second floor.
The layout of offices was the same, and before long we were standing in front
of another secretary's desk. The secretary for this suite of offices was
older than Margie and not nearly as attractive, the name-tag on her desk said
her name was Susan. She watched us approach and before Margie could
introduce us, said, "You've got to be related to Samantha, you look almost
exactly like her."
After I explained who I was, she pointed to one of the offices. I started to
walk over, Margie stayed behind, saying she wanted to talk to Susan. The
door to Sam's office was only partly open, and I knocked and slowly pushed it
open. Sam was at her desk. She looked up as she heard the knock and said,
"Come in......," When she saw me, her eyes opened wider and she exclaimed,
"What the.....! Terri, come on in, and shut the door behind you."
"Hi, sis. How's it going?" Sam gave me a puzzled look as I shut the door.
"Well, we are supposed to be sisters, aren't we?"
She stood up as I walked over to her desk. She looked me over and finally
said, "Let me guess. Linda helped you?"
"What?" I tried to sound wounded. "You don't think I could do this all by
myself?"
"This morning, you couldn't even comb your own hair." Sam said, smiling at
me. "Turn around, let me see what those pants look like from the back."
I turned, and she continued. "I wasn't going to wear that outfit until I
lost at least five pounds, but I guess it looks all right, it's not as tight
as I thought."
"Feels tight to me." I said.
Just then, another cramp hit, and it must have showed on my face. "What's
the matter?" Sam asked. "You look like you feel sick."
"Yeah, I do! You got any more of those pads with you Sam, I think I may need
another one before I get home."
"Oh, no!" She said. "You've got your period, too?"
She came around the desk and hugged me, and I apologized for never taking her
complaints about her menstrual periods seriously. I thought she was going to
give me some kind of 'I told you so' speech, but she just smiled at me and
opened a desk drawer. After she gave me a couple of pads and a couple of
over-the-counter pain pills she used for cramps, she asked how lunch went
with Bob. I told her the whole story, at first unsure if I should tell her
about finding myself checking out the waiter, but eventually I related the
whole tale. I even told her about the mood swings that I seemed to be
experiencing. She still seemed unconcerned about any mental changes I might
be having, chalking them up to the different hormones. She managed to
convince me not to worry about it, correctly pointing out that I didn't have
much choice in the matter anyway, so why worry about it.
I told her about Bob's idea of me applying for the job of department
secretary, and that I wasn't sure I could do the job. She thought it was a
great idea, again pointing out that we needed the money. I told her that I
wouldn't be making as much money as I used to, as an engineer, but she
thought it would be enough, especially since we wouldn't need a second car if
we both worked at the same place. She said, if I ever needed any help with
anything, I could always call her, and she would try and assist me.
I stayed in her office, the rest of the afternoon, and filled out the
application right there. I took it down to Margie and left it with her. She
said she would call and let me know when they wanted to talk to me.
Sam decided to leave a little early, her period was bothering her too, and we
went home, stopping at the store to pick up some more sanitary pads and some
tampons for me. Walking through the store, I felt a little more comfortable
than I had the day before, on my first public outing as a woman. At least
part of it was due to the fact I was wearing pants, women's pants to be sure,
but not a dress. Although, I had to admit that if I had to choose between
the tight pants and the dress, based on comfort, I would have picked the
dress.
At home, we both washed off our makeup and changed into more comfortable
clothing. After taking off my pant-suit and then removing my bra, I sat on
the edge of the bed rubbing the underside of my breasts, where it had left
lines and marks in the soft skin. The process of removing makeup and jewelry
and washing up and coping with longer hair, even though it was a lot shorter
than my mermaid hair, took much longer than I thought it would. Sam went
through this ritual every day, no wonder she always seemed to spend so much
time in the bathroom.
Sam was picking up my underwear, which I had left, by habit, laying on the
floor and noticed, even on the dark fabric of the panties, that there was a
small stain of discharge from my period. She made me wash the stain out in
the bathroom sink, telling me it was my period, and I had to clean up after
myself. She was feeling pretty moody from her own period.
By the time we had finished and made a small dinner, neither of us had much
energy to do anything else, and so we both showered, where I paid special
attention to washing my genital area, and just sat around watching
television. I was wearing some old sweat clothes of Sam's, and she was
wearing just her bathrobe, and both of us were wearing panties to hold our
sanitary napkins. Sam seemed to be dozing on the couch, and after I felt
another cramp, I remember thinking that if this was going to happen every
month, I sure hoped that Kathy would hurry up and teach her daughter how to
change me back.
I gradually became aware of a new feeling, a kind of nervous and
uncomfortable feeling, in my legs and feet. At first, I thought it was more
menstrual pain, but I finally realized what the feeling was. I had been in
human form for almost twelve hours, and my body was telling me it was time to
resume my normal form, to go back to being mermaid Barbie.
I woke Sam up and told her what was happening. We decided we might as well
go to bed, since I wouldn't be able to walk around anyway. In the bedroom, I
put on a T-shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. I changed back to mermaid
form, and found that the discomfort of having a period didn't seem to bother
me as much. With Sam's help, I learned to insert the tampon's applicator
through the small slit on the front of my tail and then push the tampon in.
Sam watched me and said it looked as though they were much easier to insert
into my mermaid body, with the vaginal opening on the front, rather than
having to squat and insert them between my legs as I would have had to do in
human form. It felt so weird to be pushing something into my body. It
didn't exactly hurt, but it there was a little discomfort.
"Jeez, is this what it feels like during intercourse?" I asked Sam, after I
finished. "I thought you enjoyed sex, if this is what it feels like to a
woman, it sure isn't all that much fun."
Sam smiled and shook her head. "It's not even close to the same feeling.
You make love to a real, live man, who's all excited and aroused,.... if you
know what I mean,..." She gave me a sly grin. "And you're all wet and
excited too, and then tell me you don't like it." She paused. "You're
getting curious about it, again, aren't you?"
"Don't even talk like that." I said, trying to sound emphatic about it.
"That's one thing I'm going leave as a mystery. No man is ever sticking
anything into me."
Sam went back into the bathroom, chuckling to herself, to throw away the
tampon applicator away. I pulled myself up and stretched my tail out on the
bed. Leaning back on the pillows, looking down past my breasts, I could see
the string from the tampon protruding from my slit, and I sat and stared at
it, wishing that I could just go back to being my old self, it would have
been so much easier.
Sam came to bed, and we lay side by side. After a short while, Sam turned
towards me and snuggled up against me, with her arm over my breasts. She
gave me a little kiss on the cheek and said, "It's been interesting with you
like this, Terri. I've done things I never thought I could do, but, I'm kind
of looking forward to having the old you in bed with me again."
I was just about to agree with her when she smiled and said, "Although....,
that mermaid body of yours is really quite interesting. If I wasn't so
tired, and I didn't have my period, I might be up for a little fun tonight."
She squeezed my hand.
"Yeah," I replied. "And, if I didn't have MY period, I might too."
We hugged and lay together in the dark. We were both very tired and before
long we were asleep.
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