The Poker Game

Early in March, before we were all sheltering in place and working from home, I ran into my friend Ed.  I wasn’t planning on being out long, so I had just done some minimal makeup, put my hair into a ponytail, and put on some jeans, and a white tee shirt.  Christie had texted earlier and said to “wear white,” meaning we would both be wearing matching white bras and panties.  The white bra was clearly visible through the shirt, and it was drizzling, so I added a thin white sweatshirt top.  My nails were a subtle pink shade.

Ed and I have known each other since school, but hadn’t really kept in touch.  A few years ago, I was cocktailing for Christie at a charity event and he recognized me. We’d gone out once after that.  He was a nice guy.  I’m not sure how I would describe our relationship.  He knew about my becoming Christie’s “girlfriend,” and seemed supportive.  We were friends.  He definitely wasn’t gay, but we’d had sex twice, once after the charity event, and once after we’d been out for drinks.

Ed asked me what I’d been up to, and if I’d gone out or done anything fun lately.  I replied that it had been pretty much just work, but I did tell him about New Year’s Eve.

“That sounds like a fun time,” he said.  He was disappointed that I didn’t have pictures.  I’m terrible about pictures.

He went on to tell me about a group he’s been playing poker with.  It was a monthly game, rotating between the players’ homes.  One guy hosts, and another supplies food and drinks, he explained.  The next month, the food and drink player hosts, and another player brings refreshments, and the rotation goes on.  He asked me if Christie and Lexi would like to supply the food and drink.  “You could be the waitress,” he added.

I started out with an “I don’t know, Ed,” but he persisted.  It was his turn to supply food and drink, and he was tied of the same old chips and salsa.  I agreed to ask Christie, although I knew what she would say.  “But me waitressing…how would you explain it?  In a big group, like those big events, it’s easy not to get noticed.  Most people are too into their own fun.  This seems pretty obvious.”

“I’ll just say I won a bet with you, or something.  Please? Ask Christy, ok?”  he begged.

Christie, of course, was enthusiastic.  She checked with Lexi, who really did most of the organizing work, and over the next week, Lexi and Ed worked out the details.  It wasn’t a large group, just the seven players and maybe one or two stand-by players.  Lexi, Christie and I would set up the food and bar, but then they would leave.  I was to do the serving.

On the day of the game, Christie came over to my place to help me get ready.  I had showered, shaved my body, and washed my hair.  Christie helped me do my hair in loose beachy waves.  She also shaved my back and shoulders, just to be sure they were smooth.  Then she did my makeup and nails.  I do my own makeup most of the time, and it was quite a treat to have Christie do it.    She laid out the clothes I would wear – a short black skirt, a black halter-style tuxedo top with a bow tie, black pantyhose and a pair of low, black heels.   She loaned me one of her bras – a black halter-style lace one – so the straps wouldn’t show under my top.  I chose a black lace thong that almost matched the bra.

She drove me over to the host’s house.  The host, Hal, met us at the door.  He stared at Christie and me for a minute, and then greeted us.  “You must be Christie,” he said, reaching out to shake Christie’s hand.  “And you must be Gee.  Damn.  Must have been a hell of a bet!  Come on in.”

We came in and found Lexi in the kitchen, setting up the food.  There were a few steam trays of hot food that I would have to pass around, some other things set up buffet-style, and a bar area.  The house had a very nice wet bar.  Ed had let Lexi know what drinks the players liked, so she had arranged all of the fixings for me.  Earlier in the week, Christie had made sure I knew how to make the drinks and practiced each one.

Ed was the next to show up.  After we all greeted each other, Hal congratulated Ed, speaking to all of us.  “I don’t know how you set this up, but this is amazing.  The food and drink looks great – way better than the usual snacks.  The bar set-up is fantastic.  And, I don’t know how to say this, but your waitress looks fine!   I don’t even want to know what the bet was!”

Everyone laughed, at that, and Hal went to greet the players as they arrived.  Lexi and Christie hugged me, asked if I had any questions, and got ready to leave.

Christie pulled Ed aside.  “Take good care of her, ok?”  she asked, looking at me.

“Of course,” replied Ed.  Lexi and Christie left.

Ed looked around the room.  We were alone.  “You do look great,” he said, holding my hands.  “Just relax.  These are alright guys.  Hal told everyone it was just a bet between us, like I told him.  You’ll do fine.”

The players were starting to show up, so I grabbed a tray of various snacks and went out to the front room.  Most of the remarks were directed toward Ed, about how he really outdid everybody else as far as food and drink.  Ed shrugged it off, saying “I know some people.”

I eventually got everyone situated with food and drink.  The host moved everyone to the table, and things got a little easier.  The players concentrated on the game – they were very serious – and the two stand-by players just watched.  I refilled drinks, occasionally bringing more snacks, too.

I hung back by the stand-by players, waiting for someone to need a refill.  One of them, Tony, leaned over to me.  After making it obvious he was looking me over, he asked me “so, Hal says you’re a dude.”  The other stand-by player snickered and shook his head.

As quietly as I could, I replied “Yes, I’m…a dude.  But tonight, I’m serving drinks.”  I walked back to the bar.  Some of the players’ drinks were running low.

Eventually, one of the players cashed out, and Tony took his place at the table.  As I was making a round of the table, I felt a hand up my skirt.  Tony had slid his hand well up my leg and onto my butt.  “Excuse me,” I said, stepping back.  The other players looked at Tony.

“What are you doing, man?” asked one of the players.  Tony quickly produced a few dollars and said he was trying to put a tip into my stockings.

I set Tony’s drink down.  Hal looked at him for a long few seconds, and said “let her alone.”  The players all stared at Tony, and he eventually put the few dollars onto my tray.  I thanked him.

I finished my round of the table, and went back to where the other stand-by stood, then back to the bar.  The other stand-by followed me.  He introduced himself as Barry.

“Don’t be mad at Tony.  He’s not a bad poker player, but he’s kind of a jerk.  You do look really, um, amazing.”

“Thank you,” I replied.  “I wasn’t sure about doing this, but Ed and I made a bet, and I thought ‘If I’m going to do this, I have to do it right.  So I got my friend Christy to help me.”

“Yeah, I’m not really sure how to say it.  I mean, I know you’re a guy, Ed’s friend.  But you do look…hot.  If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have guessed, I guess.”  He was nervous.

“Thank you, Barry.” I said.  “I appreciate the compliment.  We spent a lot of time on all this, and I’m glad it seems worth it.”
“And it was just a bet?” he asked.

“This part of it was a bet,” I replied.  “I should get back to work.”  I made my way back to the table.

The game broke up after a few more hours.  It was well after midnight.  A few of the players left me a tip as they left.

I was in the kitchen, finishing the dishes, when Hal and Ed came in.  Hal was pleased.

“That was absolutely the best.  You were great, by the way,” he told me. “You really know how to do this.  We were a little worried it would be too much of a distraction, you being our waitress, but you were perfect.”

I thanked him.  Ed looked at me.  “Ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready.  Thank you, Hal.  I’ll pass your compliment along to Lexi and Christie.  We really appreciate the opportunity.”

We headed toward the front door.  Ed reached it first, and opened the door for me.  I smiled and thanked him.  As we walked to Ed’s car, he offered me his arm, which I kind of instinctively took.  We reached his car; he opened the passenger door for me, and helped me in.  I noticed Hal was watching from the porch.

We made small talk on the way home.  Ed complimented how I looked and how I managed the food and drink.  He handed me an envelope.  “It’s from the guys.”  He explained that everyone decided to put in a percentage of their winnings, if they had any.  There was a lot more there than I expected.

We arrived at my place, and Ed jumped out of the car to open my door.  He walked me to my door, where I invited him in for coffee.

We sat on the couch for a few minutes and talked.

Ed leaned over and kissed me, stroking my thigh with his hand.  I didn’t quite know what to do with my hands, so I just put them in my lap.  To my surprise, he reached under my skirt and began to rub me.

A few minutes later, he stood up and led me to my bedroom.  I sat on the edge of my bed, undid his belt and fly, and reached into his pants, pulling out an enormous cock.  I leaned down and put it in my mouth.

“God, that feels amazing.  How did get so good at this?”  he said. I told him how Christy had taught me.  Ed stood me up and undressed me slowly.  The he gently slid me back on the bed, pushing my legs apart.  I felt self-conscious, but managed to reach to my nightstand and get a condom and lube.

He positioned himself between my legs.  I was worried about how big he was, and hoped he would go slowly.  He held my ass and hips and worked his way into me.  It was intense.  I thought of how my first time with Christie felt weird and a little frightening.  It’s something feel it through my entire body.  I describe it a tight sensation in my throat, like what you feel after a bad scare.  But it’s an exciting feeling, not scary at all.  It kind of spreads out all the way to my fingertips and toes.

I felt Ed’s body tense just before he came.  When he withdrew, he took off the condom.

“What should I do with this?” he asked, grinning.  Remembering what Christie likes me to do, I opened my mouth.  That surprised him, but he emptied the contents onto my tongue.

We lay down on the bed and cuddled, and I fell sound asleep.

I had no idea how late it was when we fell asleep, but it was nearly 9 am when I awoke.  Ed was gone, and my phone was alerting me to a message.  It was Christie.

“Let’s wear blue today,” she texted.

My Christmas Present from Christy

Christy gave me the most amazing Christmas present this year.  Over the past two months, it has frightened me, given me confidence, and proved to me that I could do something I’d never thought possible.

She gave me a boudoir photo shoot.

It’s been four years since Christy decided I was going to be her girlfriend.  Over those years, I’ve gotten more comfortable going out as a woman, usually with her, but sometimes on my own.  I am always still a little apprehensive at first.  I still dress as a guy at work, even though I wear panties and a bra every day.  Only one of my work colleagues knows that, though.  So the thought of going to a professional photographer and having pictures taken in lingerie was not something I ever considered.  Christy guided me through it and nudged me along, and I have to say that the results were amazing.

Christy had done some research, identifying a couple of studios she wanted me to contact, and paid for the whole thing as her gift to me.  She insisted, however, that I do all of the work setting things up.  It was a lot more involved than I expected.

After contacting the studios, we settled on a local photographer who had her own studio nearby.  I emailed her first, expressing an interest in a boudoir shoot and inquiring about prices.  Not wanting any surprises, Christy suggested telling her that I was trans. We had a very long discussion about this, and in my email I did, asking if that mattered.  She replied with “Let’s do it!”

The next step was to go to the studio and meet the photographer.  We set up the appointment by email.  It was pretty warm, so I put on a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt.  I kept my makeup pretty simple.  She was really nice, and despite being pretty nervous, I found myself quickly at ease with her.  She explained how the shoot would go, what kind of outfits I should bring, and showed me how we would choose the pictures for the final album.  Finally, we chose a day for the shoot.  She recommended a couple of hair and makeup artists that she works with, and recommended that I contact them to set up an appointment.

The next step was more complicated.  Neither of the makeup artists that the photographer recommended were available on the day we had chosen for the photo shoot.  That was unfortunate, because the photographer had said both of them usually come to her studio for the appointment.  I needed to find a hair and makeup artist who could fit me in before my shoot.

With some help from Christie, I found someone close to the studio that looked promising.  One day, at work, I stepped out into our break area and called.  I was really nervous.  When she answered, I asked if she was available to do hair and makeup for a photo shoot.  The makeup artist, Michelle, asked what kind of shoot it was.  I replied that it was a boudoir shoot, in a studio.  Then she said,” do you have a model?”  I panicked.  Obviously, my voice had given me away as a guy.  “Um, no, I’m the model.”  After a brief pause, she said, “OK, what date and time were you looking for?”  I gave her the date.  She said she had a colleague who does hair, and she would ask if she was available.  She also asked if I had a picture of what look I was going for.  We traded email addresses, and I promised to send her a picture.  Later that day, I found a photo to send her.  It was actually from a website of hairstyles that Christy and I had been looking at.  The next day, Michelle confirmed that the hairstylist was available, and we booked the appointment.

Over the next two weeks, as the date of the shoot approached, I started getting things ready.  I made an appointment with my waxer, Brandy, and had my brows, back and shoulders done.  During the appointment, I mentioned the shoot.  She told me that she’s also done a boudoir photo session, but in her own apartment.  She recommended I get a spray tan, to cover up any flaws.  She also recommended I bring a corset as part of one of my outfits.  I didn’t get the spray tan, but I did manage to find a corset that I liked.

I gradually put together my outfits for the shoot.  I decided to keep things simple, and stay with black.  I selected a black thong, a pair of black lace boyshort panties, a garter belt, the corset, a pair of black bras, two pairs of black pumps, stockings and a black lace long-sleeved blouse.  As the photographer recommended, I put all of them into a small carry-on suitcase.

I’ll finish the story and share some more of the photos in my next post!

Thanksgiving with Lauren

Christie left for two weeks on the Monday before Thanksgiving, so I’d been on my own for a few days.  She still texted or called every day.  She’s on the east coast, so she could message me in the morning, and when I got up a few hours later, I could read it.  Of course, she sent me a note every morning, telling me what pair of panties and bra to wear, so we would always be wearing matching lingerie.

So on Wednesday, she instructed me to wear the white bra and thong set she’d given me.  I knew that it would be a casual day at work, so I put on some women’s trouser socks, jeans, and a dark blue dress shirt.  I grabbed a casual black blazer jacket, too, to make sure the bra wasn’t visible.

I spent most of the day at work in the warehouse, doing inventory, so I swapped the jacket for a hoodie with the company logo on it.  There weren’t many people working, and just after lunch, word came around that a group was planning on going to a local pizza place for happy hour after work.  I had no other plans, so I thought I’d drop in.

The pizza place has a large outdoor patio that they had set aside for us.  It has a few heaters, and a roof, so it was comfortable.  I decided to stick with the hoodie.  I got there, looked around for people I knew, and saw my co-worker Lauren waving me over.  We work in different departments, but you may remember from earlier posts that we’d traveled together to a conference once, and she knew about my dressing.  I got to the table, where she and a few women from her department were sitting.  I knew a couple of them.  Lauren gave me a hug, and left one hand lingering on my back, kind of rubbing my back where my bra was, as she introduced me to her co-workers.

I had just sat down with them, when our waitress came over and asked, “what can I get you ladies?”  Two of the women looked at me and giggled, but I made a gesture to Lauren as if to say ‘you go first’ and the moment passed.  She took orders around the table, and got to me.

“And for you, miss?” she asked.  Everyone giggled, so I tried to smile.  The woman before me had ordered a beer, so I just said “I’ll have the same, please.”

The evening went on uneventfully.  Whenever the waitress returned, she’d check if anyone needed refills on drinks, usually calling me “honey.”  Lauren occasionally put her hand on my back as she told her friends about the last time we went out.  (She left out that I had been wearing a skirt and heels.)  Eventually, people started to leave, and Lauren and I were the last at the table.

“What are you up to for Thanksgiving,” she asked.  I told her that I didn’t really have any plans this year.  “I don’t either,” she replied.  “I’m not crazy about turkey dinner, but I hate to just sit at home.  Do you want to go out for dinner?”  I didn’t really like the idea of sitting at home, either, so I said yes.  Lauren said she’d find some place for us to go, and let me know.  We walked out of the pizza place, among the last to leave.

A few hours later, my phone rang.  It was Lauren.  “How about Roy’s?” she asked.  Roy’s is a Hawaiian fusion restaurant nearby.  I was surprised that they were doing a turkey dinner, but it sounded like a good place to go.  It has a nice bar, and great service.  Lauren hesitated, then told me that she wanted us to both dress up for dinner.  She must have sensed my hesitation, because she said “please?” in that way that someone does when they really, really want something.  I couldn’t refuse.  Lauren said she’d make the arrangements.

Of course, I texted Christy to let her know.  She was excited about me going out with Lauren again.  She suggested that I wear her dark green cocktail dress and the short jacket that goes with it.

The next day, as I was getting ready, I got another call from Christy.  I could tell she was trying to give me a little boost of courage before going out.  She decided I should wear the black padded bra, along with my “special” gaff.  She also had me wear a pair of black, lace top stockings, the style that stay up on their own.  She had gotten me a pair in size tall, so they were tall enough to stay hidden beneath the hem of the dress.  Christy also helped me with some makeup choices.

After showering and shaving everything carefully, I sat down and did my nails, using a dark maroon color that went nicely with the lip gloss Christy had chosen.  When my nails dried, I did my makeup and hair, and got dressed.  I put on the gaff, tucking my male parts securely away.  I put on the bra and silicone breast enhancers. The dress Christy loaned me had a v-style neckline,  so I managed to tug my chest together to create a bit of cleavage. I put on the stockings and a pair of black platform pumps.

Lauren made the reservations for 7:30, but wanted to meet at 6:30 for a drink.  I checked to see if any neighbors were out and about, and when I was satisfied the way was clear, I headed out to my car and to the restaurant.  I found parking right away – it didn’t seem as though many people were out.  I walked to the restaurant and went in.  The hostess looked up and greeted me, but before I had to say anything, I could see Lauren at the bar.  She waved me over, and we hugged.  She looked great, in a black satin and velvet dress.  Lauren complimented me on how I looked.  Our bartender, a very attractive woman with a mass of wavy red hair, came over.  Lauren introduced us, and she and took our drink order.  It was happy hour, so we ordered “Hawaiian” martini’s with vodka and pineapple juice, which turned out to be frighteningly easy to drink.

Lauren and I started talking, and before long, we were reordering drinks.  When the hostess came over to seat us, Lauren looked at me and said “let’s just stay here.”  Our bartender, Catherine was her name, told us that would be fine – the restaurant wasn’t busy, and we were welcome to sit at the bar and make a meal of the appetizers on happy hour special.

As we sat, I realized that Lauren and I were both getting a little giggly.  She was sitting very close to me, our legs and shoulders touching.  Every now and then, to emphasize something she said, she would either pat my thigh or put her hand on my forearm.

At one point, Lauren excused herself to the ladies’ room.  Catherine came over to me.  “Your friend is really into you, babe,” she said.  “You both look fantastic.”  She checked our drinks.  “Everything still good, here?”

“Everything is fine, I think.  This is a lot more fun than dinner.”  I said.  We chatted about the holiday.  Catherine, it seemed, volunteered to work because she wasn’t all that excited about Thanksgiving, either.

We stayed for another round or two of drinks and some dessert, before saying goodnight to Catherine.  As we walked out, we both realized we were in no shape to drive, so as we passed a taxi stand outside the restaurant, Lauren grabbed us a cab.  We decided to go to my place, since it was pretty close.

We got back to my apartment and went in, and collapsed on the couch.  We both kicked our heels off, and Lauren brought her knees up next to her.  She hugged me, leaned near my face, and told me what a wonderful time she had.  I put my arm around her, and we cuddled.  “Tonight was really special for me,” I told her.  “I can’t believe I felt so comfortable the whole night.”  Lauren kissed me and leaned onto my shoulder.

At some point, late, we decided it was time to sleep.  I found some extra pajamas for Lauren, and we undressed each other.  I was pretty nervous about where things were going, until I realized that we both had quite a bit to drink.  We were asleep in seconds.

The next morning, I woke up, and as quietly as I could, went to the kitchen and started coffee.  I was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas with pretty short bottoms.  Lauren came out a minute later, insisted that I didn’t wake her up, and very happy about the coffee.

We talked some more about what a wonderful night we both had, and made a plan to go get our cars.  I loaned Lauren a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt (her heels from last night were the only shoes she had, but made the outfit look pretty sexy).  I took a little longer to get ready, having to shave and put on a little makeup, before putting on a pair of leggings (mine had those cute sheer panels on the calves and thighs), a beige bra and a white hoodie.  Lauren got an Uber to take us back to the restaurant, where we found our cars not too far apart.  We kissed goodbye and went our separate ways.

My heart was pounding from excitement.  I couldn’t wait to tell Christy about our adventure when she got back.

 

A Very Special Gift, Part 2

(Here’s what happened after Christie presented me with my vagina gaff.  I apologize for the delay, but this took longer to write than I thought.  Christie and I have an amazing sex life, but she seldom lets me write about it in detail, so I had to be careful about how much I revealed.)

Christie and I headed out at a local restaurant that we like, and sat at the bar.  It was fairly busy, but the bartender was attentive.  We stayed for about two hours, had some wine, and talked.  Christie seemed chattier than usual (which is something – she’s always really outgoing, but tonight she just seemed excited and talkative).  We left and went back to Christie’s condo.

We parked her car, and walked arm in arm toward her door.  A neighbor of hers was outside, waved hello to Christie, adding “you girls look so nice!”

Christie opened her door and we went in.  She immediately spun me around, pinned me against the door, and kissed me.

“Oh my god, it was so hard trying to keep my hands off you!” she whispered.  She took me face in both hands and kissed me again.  “Come on,” she said, as she took my hands and led me toward her room.  We undressed each other quickly, leaving her wearing nothing and me in just my gaff.  She caressed it.  She told me she could hardly think of anything else all night.

She sat me on the bed, facing her, and we kissed and caressed each other.  She was becoming obviously much more excited, when she wriggled closed to me, scissoring our legs together.  She pushed her crotch forward to touch mine, and began to rub against me.  We continued to kiss as she coached me how she wanted me to move.  I’d seldom seen her this turned on.  I was excited, too, despite being snugly “tucked” into my gaff.  I felt dizzy.

Christie’s rubbing became more urgent until she climaxed in the most amazing way.  We held each other very close for a long time with Christie occasionally giggling.

After a while, she reached into her nightstand and got her (“our”) strap-on.  I helped her put it on.  She pulled off my gaff, and sat down facing me again, wriggling close enough to push the head of the strap-on in.  She leaned me back and adjusted my legs so she could push deeper.  Her tummy rubbed against me.  Within a few minutes, her thrusting became more urgent again, and she shuddered as she climaxed once again.  In the process, I had, too.  She collected it on her index finger, smiled, and put her finger into my mouth.

We were both exhausted, and pretty much passed out in each others’ arms.  We slept through the night, waking on Saturday morning.  I hadn’t brought a change of clothes with me, so when we got up, I put on one of Christie’s oversized t-shirts.  She loaned me  a pair of panties.  We made coffee, cuddled on the balcony of her condo, and talked about last night.

We made some plans for the weekend ahead.  I put on my bra and did my makeup, and Christie gave me a pair of her shorts to wear home.

I am still stunned at how amazingly turned on she got by me wearing that gaff.

 

A Very Special Gift

Christie texted me on Friday morning, and as usual let me know what we would be wearing in the way of underwear that day.  “Wear the lacy pink set,” were her instructions.  That meant, of course, that we would both  be wearing matching pink bras and panties.  It was a pretty uneventful day, and I was looking forward to leaving early.  Late in the afternoon, Christie texted again, and let me know that she wanted to go out that evening, and that she would drop by after work.

We had been going out pretty regularly for a while, but lately, both of us being busier than usual, we hadn’t.  So I was both looking forward to going out, and a little nervous, because I knew Christie would want me to dress up.  It had been just long enough for my nervousness about wearing women’s clothes and makeup in public to creep back.  But I knew it would be exciting, and that Christie would be there with me.

Christie arrived just after I got home.  She had a bag with her, and told me she would change while I got ready.  So I jumped into the shower, carefully shaved my body and washed my hair.  When I came out, Christie was waiting for me.

“I brought you a present,” she said.  She handed my a wrapped box, and motioned me to sit on the bed next to her.  As I unwrapped the box, she rubbed her hand on my freshly shaved legs.  “I saw this on the internet, and ordered it just for you.”

The box was pretty, and marked “Selene Smoothing Gaff.”  I was about to ask what it was, when Christie explained.  A gaff, she told me, is a kind of thong that men wear to keep their man parts tucked away when they dress like women.  “I know I like you to wear panties and sexy women’s’ underwear,” she added, “but this one is special.”

I opened the box, lifted up the tissue paper inside, and picked up the thong.  It was heavy, and I realized that it had a built-in vagina.  Christie explained that it was silicone, and had a very realistic shape to it.  She told me to put it on.

“I like it,” she said.  It was black, kind of see-through mesh, and held a soft silicone piece that looked like a vagina.  It was shaped to fit over my male parts.  “Not only do we both have no hair down there, but now we kind of look alike, too.”

“This will be for special occasions, I think.  I still like it when we wear matching panties and bras.  Wear this tonight, though,” she added.

I went on the dress, as did Christie.  She picked me out a black lace bra that matched hers, pair of black polyester pleated shorts, and shimmery gray top.  It was starting to cool off, so she handed me a pair of sheer pantyhose.  A pair of black pumps finished the outfit.  She put on a black romper and heels.

We did our makeup together, and she touched up my hair the way she likes it.

She looked me over as we headed out the door.  “You look hot, Gee,” she said.  She leaned in to kiss me lightly, and brushed her hand against my crotch.  “Very nice,” she said.

I’ll let you know how our night went.

Reflections for the New Year

Christie just had a birthday, and to celebrate, we went out to a local restaurant for a nice, quiet dinner.  We had a wonderful time, and talked for hours.   I’ve never been one for New Year’s Resolutions, but our amazing discussion did give me a chance to look back on the past year, and appreciate the potential in the new one.

It seems like not very long ago that Christie “dared” me to put on her panties at a local bar.  We’ve been friends for a long time, and she’s pretty persuasive, but I know now that I must have wanted to do it, at least on some level.  I was so afraid that someone would notice.  How could they, though?  Still, it was a beginning, but I know now that I’d been her “girlfriend” for a lot longer than I realized.

An evening of fooling around wearing her panties led to the next day’s shopping trip and buying my first women’s clothes: panties and bras of course, and jeans and t-shirts at first.  Christie dressing me was exciting and thrilling, something forbidden and “our secret.”

Christie’s “rules” were another thing that had a subtle effect.  I soon had a bathroom full of women’s shampoo, deodorant, razors, and every other product that could replace something from the men’s aisle of the drugstore.  I had no body hair except on my head (we still both giggle about the day we shaved it all).  I got my ears pierced.  I had eyebrows shaped and waxed – a look I though wasn’t too noticeable until I saw some old pictures! Christie even picked out a new shade for my hair and introduced me to her stylist, who is now a good friend, too.

Christie and I talked a lot about all these things.  It seems like it was so subtle.  Sex is a powerful motivator, and had a lot to do with it.  As Christie challenged me to do more and more, she rewarded me, and when I hesitated to do what she wanted, she punished me.  We do have an amazing sex life, and being “her girl” is a big part of it.  I’ve never written about it, and we naturally didn’t talk in detail at dinner, but I know it played a big role in my wanting to please her, even knowing what pleasing her would entail.  We bought a dildo, and Christie taught me how to give blowjobs and enjoy anal sex; both a regular part of our sex life, now.

With Christie’s help, my wardrobe is pretty extensive.  I still have a few items of men’s clothing left, for work and the rare family thing.  We enjoy shopping together, even though it was pretty intimidating at first.

I realize that it’s not just dressing in Christie’s underwear anymore, or wearing matching underwear every day, although we still do.  I shave my legs, arms and underarms.  I get my brows waxed and hair colored regularly.  I get my back, chest and shoulders waxed.  I wear nail polish and makeup pretty much any time I’m not at work.  I wear women’s jeans and tops.  I’m only a “guy” at work, and even then, I’m one wearing a bra and panties.  I’m used to hearing people call me “Gee” or “Gina.”

We’ve started going out a lot more, too.  At first it was just drinks after work.  Eventually a few people started joining us.  At dinner, we tried to count who has met me as “Gina.”  I was surprised.

Thinking about the New Year is strange to me.  Why should it be different than the last one?  In light of the changes of the past year, though, this next year has a little uncharted territory.

Christie and I see me becoming more comfortable with my “new” self, not less.  I will be more “out;” not because of any single thing, like announcing it to my family, but just by being more comfortable.  I enjoy who I am more than ever.

I’ll try and actually take some picture this year, too.

Co-ed Bachelor Party

Christie’s friend Allison invited her to a “co-ed bachelor party” last weekend, and Christie brought me as her date.  Allison’s brother was getting married, and most of their family lives on the east coast, so Allison took on the role of “best man.”  It was a small group, just six couples – Allison and her brother, another couple I didn’t know, and Christie and I.  Allison booked a limousine to take us to a casino a few hours south, near San Diego.  Everyone would wear tuxedos.

Christie was excited.  “Just think,” she giggled, “you’ll get to take me shopping, for a change,” as we headed out to rent a tuxedo for her.

That Saturday afternoon, Christie came over and we got dressed.  There would be no change to any of Christie’s rules, so I showered and shaved my legs, arms and chest.  Christie shaved my back.  I touched up the polish on my toes, and applied a clear nail polish to my fingers.  Christie and I, as is our custom, wore matching black panties and bras, garter belts, and sheer black stockings.  The black bras showed through our white shirts, but weren’t visible once our jackets were on.  I was concerned about the stockings, but they did look like traditional men’s tuxedo socks, once our trousers were on.  We both wore small, diamond earrings.

Overall, the evening was fun.  Allison and her brother were nice, and the third couple, friends of Allison’s named Suzy and Dan, was fun.  Christie and I did quite well at the craps table, too.  Of course, as long as we kept gambling, the drinks were free.  Sometime after midnight, we returned to our limousine for the ride home.

The champagne continued to flow as we made our way north.  Traffic was heavy – even for Southern California – and it was taking forever to make progress.

Suddenly, I realized that Allison and her brother were talking about sex, strippers and bachelor parties.  Apparently, they had started this conversation earlier in the evening.

“All I’m saying,” said the groom, “is that stupid or not, it’s seems to be a tradition.  Every one I’ve ever been invited to had a stripper show up and embarrass the groom on his last night of ‘freedom.’  So to be a perfect bachelor party, we need a stripper to sneak the groom off and discreetly go down on him!”

Allison groaned, the third woman added a sharp “what??” and the groom shrugged.  “Just saying.”

The discussion stayed on the topic of sex.  The groom joked that all the talk of “going down” was making him horny.  “Don’t look at me,” laughed Allison.  “I’m the best man, and your sister!”

“Why does it have to be a woman?” asked Suzy.  “Guys are always saying that girl-on-girl sex is so hot, what’s wrong with guy-on-guy?”

I sat as quietly as I could as the discussion went on.  The groom objected, saying that he could never get off if I guy gave him a blow job.  Suzy told him “Look, don’t be such a baby.  If you really can’t get off, I’ll do you.”

“Whoa,” said Dan.  “Are you signing one of US up to do it?”

“Hell, yeah!”  You’d watch if us girls got it on, right?” replied Suzy.

“I don’t care who does it,” said the groom, “I’m getting horny with all this talk!”

Suzy proposed a game, to decide whether Dan or I would go down on the groom.  I started to say something, but Christie put her hand firmly on my knee.  Suzy’s idea was “boxers or briefs.”  Whichever of us was not wearing the same type of underwear as the groom would go down on him.  I thought I would have a heart attack.

The groom opened the waistband of his trousers and pulled up the top of his boxers.  Dan gave a victory shout, and revealed his own boxers.  Everyone looked at me, and I just quietly said “Not boxers.”

Christie squeezed my knee and whispered “relax, remember how I taught you to do it” in my ear, as Allison grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the groom.  He still had his waistband undone.  Suzy was laughing and pouring champagne.  I was so scared, worrying about what people would think.  Then I realized that the groom had his eyes closed and his head tilted back, not watching me at all.  I crawled closer, and reached for his crotch.  He felt pretty large, and he was definitely turned on.  I looked back at Christie, who was watching me and smiling.  I reached into his pants and pulled out his rather large, stiff cock, and slowly lowered my mouth onto him.

I had only gone up and down on his shaft a few times, when I heard Allison saying “good job” and felt her rubbing my back.  I felt myself tense up, arching my back away from her hand in the hopes that she would detect my bra, but it was no use.  “What are you wearing??” she said.

I tried to stop going down on the groom, but he held my head firmly down.  Christie spoke up.

“That was my idea.  I told him that if I had to wear a men’s tuxedo, he’d have to wear underwear that matched mine.”

Allison giggled, set down her champagne, and started to pull of my jacket.  Suzy helped by tugging my sleeves over my hands one at a time.  Soon, they had my jacket off, clearly revealing my lacy black bra.  I heard Christie say “see?” as she opened her shirt, revealing a matching bra.  Allison kept going, reaching around my neck and removing my tie.  Soon, she and Suzy had my shirt off, and started to pull off my shoes and trousers, revealing my black lace panties, garter belt and stockings.

“I told you,” Christie told them.  “We’re both wearing the same things under our tuxedos.”  She laughed, and poured more champagne.  She went on, adding “doesn’t he look cute?  He’s got such a nice ass and nice legs.”  Allison and Suzy giggled, and Suzy ran her hands across my hips and thighs.

“His legs are shaved!  And he certainly knows what he’s doing,” said Suzy.  Then she asked me “are you sure you haven’t done this before?”  I couldn’t answer – the groom held my head firmly in place – so Christie answered for me.

“I taught him everything he knows,” she said.

Suddenly, I felt the groom tense up and seconds later, he exploded in my mouth.  He let out a groan of pleasure, and I heard Allison, Suzy, Dan and Christie cheers and clap.  I sat back on my feet, and Christie handed me a glass of champagne.  “That’s my girl!” she giggled.

Suzy said “you know, whenever I give Dan a blowjob, I have to fix my lipstick.”  She laughed as she pulled some bright red lip gloss out of her purse, leaned over and applied it to my lips.  “There you go, sweetie.”

I moved back and sat down next to Christie, reaching for my clothes.  “No, you don’t,” she said, “you can stay like that for a while.”  She poured me some more champagne.  Allison and her brother started chatting, and I started to relax.  I crossed my legs and reached for the champagne.  That’s when Suzy noticed that I had no hair under my arms or on my chest.

“Did you make him shave everything?” she asked Christie.

“I did,” Christie explained.  “I like it when he knows what we put up with, and he looks so cute.”

“So, stripper-girl,” Suzy said to me.  “I feel like a lap dance.”

Christie and Suzy laughed.  Christie took my champagne glass and Suzy pulled me onto her lap.  It felt pretty sexy to be sitting on a very attractive woman’s lap, and I tried my best not to let my excitement show.  I gyrated and danced to the music playing in the car, with Suzy and Christie laughing all along.

After a few minutes, Suzy said “Ok, that’s enough.  Now it’s Dan’s turn.  She pushed me onto Dan’s lap.  I was surprised at how excited he was – as soon as I sat on his lap, I could feel his erection.  He slid down in his seat, and I danced on his lap, putting my hands on the roof of the limo.  I could feel him pushing back, and was again surprised when, within a few minutes, he grabbed my hips and came in his pants.

Suzy erupted in laughter, Dan seemed a bit embarrassed, and Christie pulled me back next to her.  She handed me my glass, and I took it.  I crossed my legs at the ankles and tried to disappear into my seat.

“He looks so feminine, sitting like that!” giggled Suzy.

“Isn’t she?” said Christie, deliberately calling me ‘she’ and patting my leg.  We were finally making progress toward home, and we approached my apartment, where Christie and I were to get dropped off.  I reached for my clothes.  Christie just handed me my tuxedo jacket, saying “Put this on.  We’ll just carry the rest.”  Christie took hold of my shirt, and pants, and handed me my shoes.  The limo stopped.  I was so afraid that someone would see us, but it was quite late – around 3 am – and I saw no signs of life.  Christie and I said our good-byes.  The groom was asleep.  Allison and Suzy blew kisses, and Dan gave a wave with his glass.

Christie and I walked in silence to my door, me in just a tuxedo jacket and lingerie, carrying my shoes.  I let us in and collapsed on my couch.  “Oh, my god, Christie,” I started to say, but Christie put her finger to my lips.

“Shhh,” she said.  “I’ll go make some coffee, you relax, and we’ll talk some.”

Helen’s Interview with Christie and Gina

(After my first “work day” at her office, Christie’s friend, Helen, invited me out for drinks.  We had a wonderful time, although I was nervous at first.  I had never been out with anyone but Christie.  Helen asked a million questions, and I did my best to answer them.  I spent a few more Saturdays at Helen’s office, working as her “office girl.”  This past weekend, Helen came over to Christie’s apartment, and “interviewed” both of us.)

Helen:  Christie, I’ll ask you, first.  How did this start?

Christie:  I’ve known G (it’s pronounced Gee, like ‘golly gee’) for about fifteen years.  Recently, I noticed that when we were out, especially if we were in a group of mostly women, G would almost always be mistaken for a woman.  It seemed to me that he kind of enjoyed it.  So one night, I decided to have some fun with him and make him my ‘girlfriend.’  We were in a bar, and I went to the restroom, took off my panties, brought them back and gave them to him to put on.  It was such a turn-on.

H:  And he did it?

C:  Yeah, I’ve always been kind of bossy.  He didn’t want to, but he did.

H: G, your thoughts?

Gina:  I was really afraid to do it.  Christie is really good at getting me to do things that I just don’t see coming.  It keeps me on my toes.  She had me go to the restroom, take off my underwear and wear her panties for the rest of the night.  I was so afraid someone would notice, but really, how could they?  We had a really long discussion about why I felt that way.

H:  Did you secretly “want” things to turn out this way?

G:  Gosh.  That first night felt like more of a dare.  Once we got home, though, Christie and I sat up and talked a lot – about people thinking I’m ‘one of the ladies’ if we’re in a group, about why I was so nervous about wearing my best friend’s panties, why I thought someone might notice.  It’s really exciting, Christie has me do things that I never thought I could or would, shows me that I can, and then we talk about how it made me feel.  Most of all, I like making her happy.

C: You’re so sweet.

H: Christie, you decided to keep going further.  Why was that?

C:  G really is a good girlfriend.  We hang out together, shop, and talk about everything.  I thought it was so cute how nervous he got wearing my panties that I just couldn’t stop myself!

H:  OK, but it seems a stretch to go from wearing your best friend’s panties on a dare to wearing makeup and women’s clothes and going out in public.

C: It seemed like a perfect fit to me.  I really enjoy making him look the part.  He’s not a big guy, he has long, pretty hair and his features are kind of feminine.  So with a little work, he’s my girl!  I enjoy being in control, too.  A lot.  (laughs)

H:  Gina, you don’t do this all the time, do you?

G:  I don’t dress in women’s clothes and wear makeup all the time.  But I did…I do…get mistaken for a woman a lot.  The other day I was checking in at a conference for work, and I was standing next to a woman co-worker.  The woman at check-in said “Good Morning, ladies.”  My co-worker thought it was funny.   I was wearing a men’s sport coat!

C:  We do make sure he wears panties and a bra all the time, though.  We have matching lingerie!  And we make sure Gina shaves his body and keeps well-groomed.

H:  I can see that you keep your eyebrows shaped, and your hair dyed and styled.  You do have nice legs, too.  Does anyone ever say anything?

G:  Other than just thinking I’m a woman sometimes, no.  I get a little nervous when I wear shorts, though.

H:  Gina, you shave, um, everything?

C: (laughs) Of course!  That was one of the first thing we did.  I had G shave his legs, chest, underarms, crotch – everything.  I shaved mine, too, as part of the deal.

G:  Yes, that took some getting used to, but now I can’t imagine anything else.  Wearing a bra and panties every day is a challenge, especially at work.  I’ve almost been caught, maybe even I have, but it’s part of the thrill of doing what Christie tells me to.

H:  Whose idea was the blog?

C:  That was my idea.  It was another way to get Gina to verbalize what he was feeling when I challenge him to do certain things.  There are a few things we don’t publish, though, like sex.  At least between us.

H: So you do have a sexual relationship.

C:  Of course!  It’s a great motivator, too.  Gina knows there are rewards to doing what I say.

H:  Gina, have you had sex with guys?

G:  Yes, I have had sex with guys – well, one guy.  We wrote a blog about it.  I definitely didn’t plan on it.  I think I really did it to have one more thing in common with Christie.  It’s not like I’m interested in dating guys.

Helen:  Thank you both for being so open.  I was really curious after meeting “Gina” that first time.  Christie, you’ve done a really good job with Gina’s appearance and demeanor.  And Gina, you seem to be getting a little more confident every time I see you.  I think it’s good time to take a break.  Should we go out for drinks?

Waxing and Relaxing

Christie pointed out that I’ve been neglecting my waxing.  It’s no excuse, but I’ve been so busy lately that I really hadn’t had much time for myself.  Last Saturday, I decided to take care of it, and made my appointment at the local European Wax Center.  They are really wonderful, with a very classy, relaxing environment.

I always book my appointment online, but I’ve been there often enough for the receptionists and estheticians to recognize me.   I got up and showered, and put my hair up in a ponytail with a white scrunchie.  It was a little chilly, so I decided to wear jeans.  They used to be Christie’s, but they are practically new and look really cute on me (at least that’s what Christie tells me).  They have straight legs and are low-rise, and they are a little bit stretchy, so they fit nice and snug.  I picked out a floral print Hawaiian-style blouse.  I decided not to wear a bra, since I was going to have my back waxed, but I did wear light blue, floral pattern thong panties.  I didn’t wear makeup, since I was getting my brows waxed as well, so I just applied a little BB cream to even out my tone.  My nails still had some pink polish on them from Friday night, so I just left it on.

I got to the salon a few minutes early, and the receptionists greeted me, and told me that Caitlin would be ready for me in just a few minutes.  There were no other customers when I arrived, but within a few minutes, two other women arrived for their appointments.  Caitlin came out and got me, and took me back to her room.  “We’re doing your brows and back, right?”  I said yes, and she asked me if there were any other areas I was thinking about having done.  I told her not really, just the brows and back.

She had me lie on my back, so she could do my brows first.  “Just a little bit of a clean-up?” she asked.  I told her it had been a while since I last had them done, and asked her if she could shape them a little for me.  “No problem,” she replied.

While she worked, I tried to think of something to say.  I mentioned that my left brow seemed to grow a little “wilder.”

“I see that,” she said. “I can fix that right up.  Have you tried ‘ShapeIt?’  It’s a really good product for taming your brows.”  I told her I did use ShapeIt, and really liked how it worked to keep my brows neat.  “The right brow is a lot thinner.  Do you fill them in?”  I said that I did, and she told me about a brow powder and brush combo they sell.  “I can try it on one brow, and if you like it, I’ll show you how I do it.”

Caitlin expertly applied the powder to one brow, first filling in the tail, then drawing in below and squaring off the top, and finishing by brushing it out a little.  It looked perfect, and had a nice arch.  While I held the mirror, she filled in my other brow, explaining her technique as she went.  I couldn’t help but notice how obvious my pink nails looked in the mirror.

Caitlin finished my brows.  “OK, we’ll do your back next.  Just take your shirt off and lie down on your stomach.”  I did as she said.  “Should we do ‘breathe in – breathe out,’ or are you ok?”  I told her I was just fine.  I really didn’t mind getting waxed.  When she applied the wax to my lower back, I could her feel her hands brush the top of my thong.  As she worked, she asked if I wanted her to do my shoulders.  She explained that it was an additional service, so there would be a charge.  I told her it was ok.  “I’ll get most of them done with you lying down, then I’ll have you sit up and face the wall.  That will tighten you skin and make it a little easier.”

“OK, go ahead and sit up for me,” Caitlin instructed.  I swung my legs out over the side of the table and sat up.  I could tell my jeans were revealing the top of my panties.  As she worked, she asked if I shaved my arms or waxed them.  “I shave them,” I replied.  Caitlin said she’d be happy to do them next time, if I wanted.

“Ok, all done,” she said cheerfully.  As she walked me out, she asked if I wanted the brush and powder combo she used to fill in my brows.  I told her I did, and she started to look for a set in the proper color.  She asked the receptionist if they had the color she was looking for.  After locating it, she walked me over to the counter to pay.  “There you go.  See you soon!” she said, and went back to tidy up her room for her next appointment.

I didn’t really want this to be the end of my day, and before I had time to think about what I wanted to do, Christie texted me.  She wanted to come over to my apartment and drop off some things.

I got home and within a few minutes Christie arrived.  She complimented me on my newly groomed brows, and showed be a bag of clothes.

“I was cleaning out my closet, and found a few things that I still like, but they either didn’t quite fit right or don’t quite fit anymore, so I thought you might like them.”  She spilled the contents of the bag on my bed.  There was a pair of jeans, a pair of black pants, a couple of linen shirts with ¾ sleeves, and a pair of black shorts.  She handed me the shorts.  “Here, try these on.”

The shorts were made of a really light material, and had a side zip and a tie at the waist.  I took off my jeans and pulled on the shorts.  The felt really sexy because of the light weight and the way the material draped.  “I like these,” I told Christie.  “Thank you very much.”

“They are cute on you.  They’re just a little too snug in the hips for me.  Try the other things on, sweetie.”

We worked our way through the clothes, and I started to put them away.  Christie stopped me.  “Let’s go do something.  I don’t want to go home.”  We agreed that we could both use a nice relaxing afternoon drink, so Christie helped me get dressed.  I did my makeup, and Christie selected a white bra and white sleeveless top for me.  “Did you shave your legs today?”  she asked.

“I did shave my legs today, before I went to the wax center,” I replied.

My new shorts.

“Good girl,” she said.  She handed me a pair of nude pantyhose to put on, and then the black shorts she had just given me.  “These will look so cute.”  While I finished dressing, Christie picked out a pair of low black pumps for me, and a silver anklet.  It seemed a bit much for early afternoon, and I felt a little self-conscious.  She pulled my hair out of the ponytail I had it in, fluffed it up a bit with some mousse and hair spray, and decided we were ready.

The bar we went to wasn’t crowded, but it was cool and comfortable dark inside, despite the growing heat outside.  The waitress came over and took our orders.  She returned a few minutes later and set them down.

“Here you go, ladies,” she said.  She placed her hand lightly on my shoulder.  “My name is Sierra, if you need anything else, sweetie.”

Working girl?

Christie texted me about joining her for happy hour last week.  I’ve been pretty busy lately, and having a few drinks sounded just the thing.

I knew Christie would be coming from work, so I decided to wear something along the same lines.  Following her rules, I was already wearing red panties and bra that matched hers.  We were going to our “usual” spot – an Italian restaurant with a nice bar area.  I’d been there a number of times with Christie, and I was comfortable going there dressed up.  A few months ago, I never would have believed that I could ever be ok with going out dressed in women’s clothes and wearing makeup.  I settled on a pair of black slacks, heels and a red sleeveless top.  It’s been unusually warm here in Southern California, and I wanted to look kind of dressy but still be comfortable.   I did my makeup and hair the way Christie likes me to, and chose a pair of silver hoop earrings, a silver necklace, and a silver ankle chain.  I added some dark red nail polish, and was ready.

I arrived at the bar, which was still pretty empty.  I took a seat at a tall table at one end of the room and waited for Christie.  A server came by and took my order, and right after she dropped it off, Christie walked in.  I waved to her and she came over to join me.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.  That’s when I noticed she wasn’t alone.  She introduced the woman with her as her friend Helen.  “I just ran into her parking the car.  Helen, this is my friend G.”  (Almost everyone I know calls me “G.”)  I reached out to shake her hand.

“I thought you said you were meeting a guy friend?” Helen asked Christie.

“I did,” said Christie, a huge smile on her face.  “We decided that G would make a better girlfriend than guy friend, didn’t we, sweetie?”

I barely managed a reply.  “I, uh…”

“Oh, my god!” said Helen. She looked surprised, but shook my hand and sat down.  The server came back and took their orders.   Christie explained how I frequently got mistaken for a woman.  “It always seemed like he liked it, so one day a few months ago I decided I would dress him up and have some fun.”  Helen giggled.  “She looks pretty good, doesn’t she?”

“Actually, yeah,” said Helen, who still looked a little shocked, but was smiling, too.

Christie and Helen were exchanging details of how work has been going for each of them, when Christie’s phone rang.  It was her work, so she excused herself and went out to take the call.  Helen smiled at me.  “So, what’s the deal?”

I nervously explained how it started with Christie giving me her panties to wear, and how that grew to buying clothes together and teaching me to do my hair and makeup, and eventually, to going out for drinks or movies or to a show.

“Do you dress like this all the time?” she asked.  I said no, but that one of Christie’s “rules” is that we always wear matching panties and bras.  I admitted that the bras were a challenge sometimes.  She asked me some more questions, and I went on to tell her how I keep my legs shaved, and the rest of my body hair-free.  She noticed my underarms were shaved, and that I’d had my ears pierced and eyebrows waxed and thinned to look fairly feminine.  She seemed amazed that nobody at work gave me a hard time.  I admitted that I was nervous about getting caught sometimes, but so far nobody seems to have really noticed.

“Nobody has ever said anything, anyway,” I added.

After about thirty minutes, Christie came back.  “Client issues,” she said, adding “at least I didn’t have to go back in.  All good, now, though.”

The conversation turned to Helen’s job.  She is a CPA, and she went on to explain that, being tax season, she was very busy.  “I really need an extra person in the office.  I can’t get anything done, for all the phone calls and client meetings, so I end up working late a lot,” she lamented.  “I’ll probably work tomorrow, even though it’s Saturday, just to catch up.”

We three chatted on for a couple of hours, enjoying a few more rounds of drinks.  I didn’t say much, mainly just chiming in when Christie talked about a movie or show we’d seen together.

At about 9, Helen said she had to leave.  “Working tomorrow, remember?”  Christie looked at me and then said to Helen “I have an idea.  Why don’t you take G to work with you?”  Helen thought about it for a moment.

“Would you?”  She asked me.  “It really would be a huge help.” She explained that she was falling behind on doing her clients’ taxes because of the interruptions of making copies, filing, and answering phone calls. “That’s really all you have to do, but it would let me get some real work done.  Please?”

Christie added that she thought it was a great idea, and that she would pick me up and drop me off at Helen’s office.   I didn’t have any other plans, so I reluctantly agreed.

The next morning, Christie came by to pick me up.  She was carrying a smart-looking short black dress and a black sweater with ¾ sleeves.  It was hers, but we wear almost the same size, and she explained that she wanted me to look professional while I was at work with Helen.  She told me she had already discussed it with her, and she was looking forward to putting me to work as her office assistant.

I dressed, and Christie helped with my hair and makeup.  She handed me a pair of sheer pantyhose, and pulled my black pumps out of my closet.  We put my wallet, phone and some lipstick and a compact into a black purse.  Off we went to Helen’s office.

The office was on a corner in a kind of large, one-story office park.  Helen was already there.  She complimented me on my appearance, and showed me the receptionist’s desk.  It was in the front of the office, which had floor-to-ceiling glass windows on two walls.  Behind the desk and through a door were Helen’s office, a conference room, and a room with filing cabinets, a copy machine, and a large work table.  She set me to work making copies of tax returns she had completed – one copy for the client, and the other for her files.  I put each copy into a folder, and set them aside for the clients to sign at their appointments.   She also explained how to answer the phone.  “Just use your regular voice,” she said, “since nobody will see you.  I’m not expecting any drop-in’s today, so don’t worry.”  She smiled, and added, “I really appreciate this.”

After about an hour of copying, Helen came out of her office with two cups of coffee.  “Time for a break, hon.”   We sat at the conference table and chatted over the coffee.  When we finished, she patted my knee and stood.   “Back to work.”

Later that morning, the phone rang.  I answered it as instructed, put the call on hold, and walked to Helen’s door.  “Excuse me, Helen.  The Clark’s are on the phone, and wanted to know if they could come in today to pick up their tax paperwork.”

“See what I mean?” Helen said.  “I’ll never finish get through all this work.  Sure, what time do they want to come in?”  I told her they asked to come in at one.  Helen nodded, and I went back to the phone.

Helen came out of her office and told me how to set up the conference room for the new one o’clock appointment.  “When they come in, just show them in and I’ll come out and meet them.”  I went back to copying and filing.

The Clark’s arrived on time, and I showed them to the conference room.  Helen joined them and shut the door, leaving me at the front desk to continue copying and filing.  At one point, the intercom rang.  Helen asked “Gina, could you come in for a moment?”   I stood, smoothed my dress, and went to the conference room.  The Clark’s looked up when I came in.  “Gina, could you make two copies of this page for me?”  I smiled and nodded, and took the paper from her, returning a few minutes later.

The Clark’s finished their appointment and left.  Helen came out of the conference room, handed me a file, and said “This can be filed away.  That was kind of fun, like we had a little secret.”  She smiled.

We worked until about four, when Helen came from her office and said “That’s about enough for me.  Thank you again for the help, Gina.  I am so much farther ahead, with your help.  Would you like to grab a drink somewhere on the way home?”

I told her I would love to, and we collected our purses and went out to her car.  This would be exciting-the first time I’d gone out dressed without Christie.