"In the flesh." I said to him. I stood up and turned around letting him see
me front and back. With my back to him a, I wiggled my butt a little, then
turned to face him. "Well..., what do think? Do I look okay or what?"
"Uh....., you look great, I guess." He paused for a minute looking around.
"Come on in the office, we can talk there."
I followed him into his office and he closed the door. "Sit down, Terri.
Jeez, I thought you were Samantha out there. You have no idea how weird it
is with you looking just like her." He sat behind his desk.
"You think you're confused?" I said to him. "Half the time I'm wearing my
wife's clothes and the other half I'm a mermaid! And, to top it all off,
we're sharing the same box of sanitary pads."
"You seem to be adapting pretty well." He said watching me closely as I
crossed my legs. "You almost look like you're beginning to enjoy this.
Don't you feel funny going out dressed like that?"
"I sure did at first." I answered. "I'm beginning to get used to it, I
guess. It's actually not as bad as I thought, even the heels aren't so bad."
I stretched one leg out and wiggled my foot. "Well, did you hear?" I said.
"You're looking at your new secretary."
"That's great!" Bob said. "Just great! Now we've got to teach you how to
make coffee....., just kidding." He quickly added as he saw me frown.
"You guys are going to take it easy on me, aren't you?" I asked. I was
beginning to get nervous again. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
"Take it easy, take it easy." Bob said, trying to reassure me. "I'm just
kidding, you'll do fine. If anybody gives you any problems, just tell me and
I'll straighten it out."
I told him about the interview with Mr. Robertson and how I was going to have
to take a physical, and how I was going to start in right away that same day.
We talked and kidded around for a few minutes and then he paused.
"Uh..., did you get a chance to talk to Linda, yet?" He asked. "She told me
she talked to you yesterday, but she didn't exactly say what about." He
seemed nervous, too.
"Yeah, I did." I said, not quite sure of how to start. How do you tell your
best friend that his wife wants to make love to other women?
I told him what she had told me. I mentioned as often as I could that she
had said she still loved him and didn't really want to leave him. When I
finished, he sat for a while, looking thoughtful. "You sure she said she
still loves me?" He asked.
"Yes, she sure does." I told him.
"You know?" He said. "I was afraid it was something like that. Another
guy......, I feel I could almost handle, but, how do you deal with it when
the other guy is a woman?" He paused for a moment. I didn't know how to
answer that one.
"Talk to her, Bob." I said. "I'm sure you two can work it out. Hell, if
Sam and I can handle this." I pointed at myself. "You two ought to be able
to do the same."
Just then Bob's phone rang. It was Margie wondering if I was in with Bob and
telling him that there was someone there to see him.
"I'll go, Bob." I said. "Margie's going to show me what I have to do. Just
talk to Linda. I'm sure everything will work out."
He smiled, rather weakly and I left. Margie was waiting outside with the man
who wanted to see Bob. I went and sat by her desk until she came back.
Margie looked at her watch and said that since it was so close to lunch time,
would I like to eat lunch with her and a few of the other secretaries. I
hadn't realized how much time had passed.
"Sounds good to me." I said. "But I hadn't planned on starting today. I
didn't bring anything to eat."
"We've got a cafeteria in the building." She told me. "It's not the
Ritz-Carlton, but it's not bad either. It's company policy to treat the new
employee to lunch on the first day, we can do it today or Monday, it's up to
you."
"Today's fine." I told her. "I didn't bring much money with me either."
"If you were starting in management, or as an engineer, Mr. Robertson would
take you out to a nice restaurant." Margie said. "But, since your starting
out as one of us secretaries, it's just the cafeteria I'm afraid."
"That'll be fine." I told her. "It'll give me a chance to get to know some
of the other gu....., uh....., I mean girls."
What can I say, lunch was interesting. I found out that girl-talk could be
just as raunchy as any guys locker room. I managed to introduce myself and
remembered almost everything about my made-up past. A couple of the girls
asked about my marital status and when I said I wasn't, they seemed awfully
interested in whether or not I had a boyfriend. I found out later, from
Margie, that both of them were quite eager to get married and they were
worried that I was going to be competition for the eligible males at the
company. Apparently Samantha's, or rather my, attractiveness worried them.
There were also many comments about how identical Sam and I were, a few
complements on my dress, and a couple of them were curious as to where I had
gotten it. I truthfully told them I had borrowed it from my 'sister', to
make a good impression at my interview. Margie told them about how she had
suggested I wear a short skirt to impress Mr. Robertson, and how it must have
worked. Everyone laughed and a couple of them told stories about being ogled
and stared at by various guys, including, to my surprise, Bob. I was really
going to be able to kid him the next time we talked
One of the other secretaries, a slightly plump woman of about fifty, kept up
a running commentary about the ass of almost every guy who walked into the
room. She also claimed to be able to tell the size of every guy's member
just by looking at the size of his hands. She had us laughing so hard that
lunch was over almost before I realized it, and it was one of the most
enjoyable hours I had ever spent.
Lunch did a lot to ease my nervousness. Indeed, by the time Margie and I
went back to work, I was almost beginning to feel like 'one of the girls'. I
actually felt like I belonged, or at least I did until I happened to glance
down and notice my skirt and pantyhose-covered legs, or moved in a way that
reminded my of certain missing or added body parts.
The afternoon just zipped by. I was introduced all over the place and
everyone just had to comment on how much I looked like Samantha. I told
Margie I would never remember all of the names. She told me not to worry,
that it would come with time. I found out that a secretary had to be adept
at many more things than I had ever imagined. She was responsible for being
everything, from being the copier repair person to editing the boss' outgoing
mail so he didn't look too bad for misspelling every other word, to having to
run a small office supply store out of her desk for every engineer in the
place. Margie seemed to be able to anticipate almost every need and in most
cases was way ahead of every guy there. It was humbling for what remained of
my male ego.
By quitting time, I was pretty tired. After Margie left for the day, I had
to wait a short time for Samantha. She was stuck in a meeting, and I was
sitting at Margie's desk when I looked up and saw a tall guy with dark hair
standing there. He smiled and introduced himself. For some reason, his easy
smile and pleasant manner made me feel at ease and before I knew it, he was
sitting on the edge of the desk and I was talking and laughing with him as if
we were old friends. I'm still not sure how it happened, but before I knew
what was happening, he was asking if I wanted to go out for a drink.
I was completely taken by surprise and was trying to stammer out some answer
that wouldn't hurt his feelings, when Samantha walked in from the hall. She
helped me out by telling him we had to leave right away and we left so fast I
almost forgot my purse and had to go back and get it. Fortunately, he was
gone by then.
"So!" Sam said with a big smile as we walked out to the car. "Your first
day on the job, and already you're trying to pick up guys." She shook her
head in mock disapproval. "I can see I'm going to have to keep and eye on
you. And, a married guy at that. We wives have a word for women like you."
By then she was almost laughing.
"Boy, does he work fast, or what?" I said. "I don't know what I would have
done if you hadn't come in just when you did."
"Well...., you would have eventually done what almost all of the rest of us
have done." She told me. "You would have said 'No', and meant it. Unless
you want to go out with him tonight and show him Mermaid Barbie, I'll bet
he's never dated a mermaid before."
"You mean he's asked you out, too?" I was still a little shocked by what had
just happened. I can truthfully say that no guy had ever asked me for a date
before.
"That was Chuck, he's asked out, almost every woman there. Usually on their
first day." Sam said. "I've heard that a couple of the new girls have taken
him up on it, and they've been disappointed."
"Uh...., what do you mean disappointed?" I said, almost afraid to ask.
"Well, to be blunt about it, the story is that he's not too tall, if you get
my meaning, in every department." Sam gave me a sly grin.
"Oh...., you mean...., oh Sam, you really know how to hurt a guy." We were
both laughing as we drove home.
"I thought you women all said, 'size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it
that counts'." I said, smiling at the joke.
"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, just between US girls." She said,
with a conspiratorial air, emphasizing the word 'us'. "That's usually true,
until you get to either end of the size spectrum. And, unfortunately for
Chuck, from what I've heard, not from personal experience you understand,
he's definitely way down on the small end of the spectrum."
"Well, it's not something he can help." I said, feeling the need, for some
reason, to defend my original gender. "He seems nice enough, otherwise."
Sam looked at me with a serious expression. "Now you know how some women
feel if they're not exactly 'centerfold' material. I know it's not fair, and
we women are probably as guilty as men, but I guess looks do count." She
paused. "Chuck's actually got it better than some, he's not bad looking,
until he gets you alone in the bedroom, then it's really too late to do
anything about it, you just have to make the best of a 'small' situation."
She couldn't help herself and broke out laughing again.
I laughed along with her, still feeling a little overwhelmed from my
encounter with Chuck. "Boy, I can't get over how fast he works." I said to
Sam. "I'm not sure if I should be mad at him, or myself."
"No need to be mad at anybody." She replied. "He asked, you said no, that's
it. He probably won't ask you again, he usually doesn't, and if by chance he
does, just say no."
"I thought you said he was married." I was confused about that. "What does
his wife think about what he's doing."
"That's not our problem." Sam answered. "Just don't get involved with him,
and it'll stay that way."
"I kind of feel sorry for her." I mumbled, but Sam didn't say anything.
At home, I found it a relief to get out of my shoes and pantyhose. They
hadn't been as uncomfortable as I had feared, and in fact the pantyhose
weren't a problem at all. The shoes had only started to bother me a little
towards the end of the day. I was going to throw the dress in the laundry,
but Sam told me to put it back on a hanger, that it needed to be dry cleaned.
She had me wash and rinse the pantyhose by hand and hang them up to dry.
There were so many little details of being a woman that I had never noticed
before.
I was also anxious to wash off my makeup. Even though I didn't have too much
on, it was beginning to feel a little greasy and heavy on my face. I waited
for Sam to finish at the sink and was just about to start washing when she
reminded me to remove my earrings. I had become so used to the feeling of
them in my ears that I had forgotten all about them.
Finally, Sam gave me a pair of plain white panties to wear that would hold my
sanitary pad, and wearing the comfortable sweat pants and a T-shirt, but no
bra, we sat down to dinner. I told her about my day and my lunch with 'the
girls'. She laughed when I told her about the woman and her comments about
all the men she saw at lunch, and how surprised I was that women talked that
way.
"Well, what did you think we talk about?" She asked. "You guys do the same
thing don't you? Women are as interested in sex as men are, haven't you
figured that out yet?" She paused, then continued. "Did you think we sit
around talking about sewing and cooking all the time?"
"I don't know." I answered. "I just never thought about it that much. I
figured guys talked about 'guy stuff', and women talked about, well.....,
'woman stuff'."
"Most of the women I know like sex just as much, if not more, than their
husbands." Sam said, rather thoughtfully. "If you guys were a little more
romantic about how you go about it, you might get a lot more sex than you
normally do."
"Guys???" I said, in a questioning tone, looking down at my chest, with my
nipples clearly visible through my T-shirt.
"You know what I mean." Sam said. "Now your getting me confused." She gave
me a look as if she had just remembered something and then with a little
smile, asked, "Did they tell you that you have to take a physical exam?"
"Uh...., yeah. Why?" I asked her back.
"Oh, nothing. Did they tell you it was a complete one, the whole works?"
"No, they didn't say anything about that. They just said a physical, why?
What's wrong with taking a physical?"
"Nothing, really." She said, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it,
you'll be fine."
"You don't think they'll be able to tell that I'm not really a woman, do you?
I mean, it looks like that Kathy did a pretty good job, but what if they can
somehow tell that, I'm......, well...., that I'm a mermaid? You don't think
they'll be able to see something in a blood test or something, do you? What
if my blood turns out to be male blood, or something like that?"
Sam laughed. "No, I don't think you'll have any problems in that area. It's
just that it's your first exam as a female, and I thought you might be shy or
something. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." She gave
another chuckle, but I didn't see the humor in it and just growled at her in
as deep a voice as I could muster.
It was Friday night, and normally, before my change, we would have done
something. We would have gone out with friends to dinner or to a movie or
just shopping if we needed something. But now, having to spend half of every
day as a mermaid until Kathy's daughter could figure out how to change me
back, we were going to be spending a lot of time at home. Sitting around
watching television, while Sam was doing some laundry, I changed back to
mermaid Barbie and was quite bored.
Sitting on the floor, with my tail stretched out in front of me, I was idly
flipping my tail fin up and down. I wasn't really paying much attention to
the television, when I suddenly realized that I would give almost anything to
be out swimming freely as I had done with Linda, up at the lake. Just
sitting around, with little physical activity was getting to me.
Sam came in and sat down, looking a little tired and asked what was wrong.
She said I looked as though I wasn't feeling well. I told her about how I
was getting bored and wished I could get out and do something, anything. I
told her that I almost wished we had a swimming pool so I could get a little
exercise.
"I'm not too sure how that would go over with the neighbors." She said,
smiling. "I wonder what all the neighborhood wives would say about having a
naked mermaid swimming around in front of their husbands?"
"Yeah, I'll bet that would open a few eyes." I replied, also with a smile.
"Sam...., it's just that you have no idea how good that felt, swimming free
like that. It's too bad we couldn't have an indoor pool of some kind to give
me a place to get a little exercise. This body's designed to live in the
water, I feel so useless just sitting around like this."
"Well..., we don't have one." Sam commented. "And anyway, it's not forever.
Just until you get changed back." She came over and sat on the floor next
to me. "Come on, Terri. Cheer up a little bit. You've got a job now,
didn't you enjoy that even a little?" She leaned over and kissed me on the
cheek.
"Yeah, I guess I did." I told her. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it might
be, and I did have fun with the girls at lunch. And, my period seems to be
going away. There was almost nothing on my sanitary pad, when I took it off
before I changed back into a mermaid, a little while ago."
"Mines almost gone too." Sam said, patting me on the tail. "I told you
periods aren't that bad. You'll get used to them in no time."
We went to bed early, both being tired from a long week.
Saturday and Sunday were busy days. We still had things to unpack from
moving in, and now I was able to help. There was also a lawn to take care
of, and we didn't have a lawn mower or any other garden tools. We would have
to pay a visit to the local home center to buy a lawn mower and some other
things. After a little breakfast, I was getting dressed, wearing a plain
white bra and panties that I found in one of the drawers and putting on the
same sweat clothes I had worn the day before, when Sam came into the bedroom.
"You're not going to wear the same thing again, are you?" She asked.
"You're still acting like you did as a man, wearing the same thing every day."
"It's comfortable." I told her. "We're going out to buy a lawn mower, not
to a fashion show."
"I know." She said, sounding annoyed. "But if you have to be like this for
a while, at least try to look nice." She went to the dresser, took some
clothes out and handed them to me. "Here, wear this. It's comfortable and
it looks nicer than just sweats."
"Okay, okay!" I said. "As long as it's comfortable."
A little while later I was standing a looking at myself in the mirror. "I
don't know about this, Sam. It's comfortable, but......,"
I was wearing a pair of what Sam called 'leggings'. They were gray, and they
were skintight. Over them, I had on a blue T-shirt and a pair of Sam's
athletic shoes with blue socks that matched my shirt pulled up over the end
of the pants. In the mirror, I looked like a thousand other women I had seen
dressed that way. My nipples were just visible through the bra and shirt,
and the tight pants, or leggings, made my legs look great, but I wished the
shirt were longer.
"You look fine, stop worrying." Sam told me. She was dressed similarly,
wearing a black pair of tights or leggings and a long white T-shirt. "I told
you it was comfortable."
"Yeah..., but you can just about see everything." I turned around, looking
at my butt. "I think you can see my panties right through these things.
"No, you can't." She said. "Now stop complaining, get your purse and let's
go."
"I'm glad my period's over." I mumbled, following her out to the car. "I
wouldn't want to try and wear one of those pads under these pants."
At the home center we bought what we needed and only had trouble when we were
picking out a lawn mower. We picked out one I liked and were trying to get
one, in a box, off of the shelf, when a man who worked there came by. I had
seen him earlier, staring at us from down at the end of one of the aisles.
Even though I told him that Sam and I could handle it by ourselves, he
insisted on trying to help us take it off the shelf. Sam kept telling me to
just let him take it down, but I was determined show that we didn't need any
help. I told Sam to grab what seemed to be the light end of the box and I
pulled on the other end. As the box came off the shelf, I was shocked to
find that I couldn't really lift that much weight, and the only thing that
kept me from dropping it was that the salesman caught both me and the box,
and prevented me from falling on my ass.
After Sam and I let go of the box, he easily handled the entire weight of it,
and set it on our cart. I was embarrassed, both at not being able to lift
what once would have been an easy load, but also that I had to be 'saved' by
a man. He hadn't really done anything wrong and probably had saved me from
hurting myself, but I took out the anger I really felt towards myself, on
him. Sam apologized to him, and kept telling me to be quiet, which I finally
was. The most aggravating thing was his smile, which, to me, kept saying,
"You silly little women, you should leave these things to us big, strong men."
After he had it on the cart, he proceeded to tell us that we really should
buy a different one, one that was self-propelled and had an electric starter,
one that would be easier for 'ladies', like us, to handle.
Finally, I had had enough of his patronizing attitude, and started to tell
him in no uncertain terms, using language that was definitely not 'ladylike',
that we knew exactly what we were doing and to leave us alone. Sam stood by,
chuckling, as he retreated, stuttering that was sorry. As he disappeared
around the end of the aisle, I could have sworn that I heard him mutter,
"That broad must be on the rag!"
"Terri..., Terri....., Terri...," Sam was shaking her head and smiling.
"You'll never get a man interested in you that way."
I let out another stream of cuss words and started pushing the cart to the
checkout. Sam following behind, still chuckling. To make things even worse,
we had to ask for help putting the box in the car trunk and we couldn't even
get the trunk lid shut. We had to tie it down.
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