Presents Book 2

When I edged through the doorway, Nora the receptionist did a double-take.

“Um, Mr. Chalmers?” Her eyes got big. “Is that you?”

“Yes, Nora, although my name is now Elsie Chalmers.” I gritted my teeth. “Um, I’m finally being true to myself and coming out as the woman I’ve always been inside.”

“Well, good for you, Mr. Chalmers … or should I call you, ‘Mrs. Chalmers?’”

With all my other worries, I hadn’t thought about what salutation to ask people to use, so I told Nora to refer to me however she felt comfortable. Then, I ventured past the reception area and into the office, my heart pounding a thousand beats per second.

Everyone looked up when I entered the room. Some of my coworkers seemed bowled over, and I could see others trying to suppress smiles.

“Look, guys, I don’t mean to shock you like this, but … um, I’m finally being honest and living my true life,” I lied while smoothing out my skirt. “I’ve always felt like I was a woman trapped in a man’s body, but I’m not doing that anymore. I’ll be changing my name to Elsie, but you can refer to me as Mrs. Chalmers, I guess.”

I was flummoxed when several people broke out in applause. 

Not everyone seemed thrilled with my announcement, but most of my colleagues peppered me with sincere congratulations. Nina and Julie, the two trans women in the office, seemed particularly pleased, and they kept inviting me to "talk about it." I honestly didn’t feel  like commiserating with my fellow stockbrokers, although I feared it might cause a rift, so I accepted and struggled through a battery of questions and fake answers.

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Another positive was being able to breathe freely, thanks to my master rescinding his initial order and lifting my mask requirement. Mind you, this wasn’t done out of any kindness in Kurt’s heart; to the contrary, he told me he didn’t want me to be able to hide behind the mask, which he thought might save me some embarrassment of being transgendered.

But when I looked around at my coworkers and was mostly greeted with smiles, I felt like I’d gotten one over on my bully, since after a few hours I no longer felt self-conscious about being in drag, and in fact was enjoying being treated kindly for a change. Prior to my “coming out,” my colleagues had pretty much ignored me, although after my speech explaining (falsely) that I’d always felt like a woman inside, they seemed to be going out of their way to be nice.

By the time the final bell rung and it was 5pm, I had to admit that my first day at work as a trans had been the opposite of what my evil master had wanted. I decided to keep that a secret.

Kurt’s truck was in the driveway when I got back to the house. I groaned.

As I entered the garage and changed into a housedress, I shook off my annoyance at my master's presence, and put on my game face.

The sound of squeaking bedsprings and the headboard pounding the wall greeted me when I entered the kitchen from the garage. As was usually the case when Kurt came over, the place was trashed, so I quietly began cleaning up while my masters enjoyed themselves in the bedroom. 

As I worked, I felt my dress swishing between my legs, which, along with the sounds from upstairs, made me horny as hell for some reason. I was perplexed, since the idea of crossdressing had never turned me on before. Then again, neither had the notion of being a little bitch to my wife and her lover, but as time passed, I was finding myself becoming increasingly more sexually excited from my abuse. 

 After about an hour, my wife's humiliating call echoed throughout the house:

"Moo-Mooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

I wiped my hands on my dress and entered the bedroom. The sight of my beloved Elena wrapped in that pig's arms made me shudder.

"Um ... you called, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Moo-Moo, this handsome stud right here just fucked the shit out of me. And do you know what I like after I get the shit fucked out of me, Moo-Moo?"

I knew.

"Uh, orange juice, Ma'am?"

"You said it, Moo-Moo." My wife flashed that little smirk of hers. "Nothing beats a refreshing glass of OJ after you've been thoroughly FUCKED."

Kurt chuckled. "Poor Moo-Moo. That must suck hearing about sex when you're about to get your nuts cut off."

I shifted from foot to foot trying not to cry.

Elena's eyes flashed. "Hello? Earth to Fuck-Face? My OJ?"

"Um, right away, Ma'am," I said and hurried away. 

In less than a minute, I was back with my mistress's beverage

As soon as I served Elena, Kurt smirked up at me.

"Hey, sorry about that, Moo-Moo, but you're gonna have to run your fat ass back downstairs and grab me one of them OJs, too. M'kay?"

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"Uh, yes, Sir," I squeaked before rushing to obey.

When I returned, my masters sat in bed sipping their juice.

"So, Moo-Moo, what are your glamorous plans for the evening?" Kurt asked as my wife looked at me like I was a joke.

"Um, I ... I don't know, sir."

"Is the house clean?" Elena demanded.

"Yes, Ma'am. I cleaned as soon as I got home from work, as usual, Ma'am."

Elena chuckled. "Well, aren't you a good little housemaid. When do the maid's outfits get here?"

"Um, probably in a few days, Ma'am."

"Well, that's great," Kurt said with a leer. "Now, since the house is clean and we don't need you, go ahead and take your fat ass back to the garage. We'll call if we need anything."

My wife giggled as I uttered the required, "yes, Sir," and got the hell out of there.

With a heavy heart, I sat in the garage for the rest of the evening, reflecting on my life and waiting for someone to call me. Alas, my services were not required.

Sighing like a sad dog, I tried to crash. It was futile. After the first day as the new me, there was way too much on my mind to get any sleep.