As companies are liking their employees to all look alike, some think this is a good idea, others dislike the styles imposed on them.

It is odd how things work out; I had been working at the same office for several years. It is a small unit of 6 women and myself, two do the front desk enquiries, while the rest of us do the paperwork, as well as postal and phone enquiries. Jane is the office manager, and we all get along fine, the work gets done and head office interferes little.

Then head office did interfere, in keeping with many large corporate organisations someone decided it would be a good idea if a corporate style was adopted, this was obviously decided by some one who would not be wearing the uniform, and most of the unpublic faces were given the option of styles, all in a brown and cream colour scheme. Men had little choice a suit with shirts, and a tie with the logo; the women had more choice, a dress, blouse and skirt or trousers, or a suit with blouse. Jane gave us all a form to fill in, with sizes and styles preferred, at least the suits would be made to measure. I filled out mine and ticked suit, though I really had no options. Then we waited 3 weeks until a delivery arrived, there was a box each, Jane made sure we signed for our own parcel, then at lunch the women went to the ladies to change, to see if the clothes fitted, then to show off and compare their choices, I intended to just take mine home and return in the morning wearing a suit, I did not see a problem. Jane asked me to check it fitted then if it didn't fit she could sort it out quickly. Persuaded I opened the parcel, to my horror it was a suit, but a suit with a skirt. Jane then did have a problem, she rang the stores who laughed at their mistake, "Lesley is a bloke, silly us we thought your office was all women, easily sorted, take about 4 weeks to get the new one". Then Jane had a call from head office telling her a few of the executives would be round some time next week, how impressed they were with the new clothes, it being good for identity as well as morale, so they hoped all ours fitted well as they hoped to see us all smart in the clothes.

Jane called me to one side and explained this problem, next week I should be in uniform, but I would not have one that quickly. There were a few options open. To go sick, except it would look odd if I was missing, wear my normal clothes and risk the wrath of the visitors, or wear the suit and keep a low profile, just blend in, which would be easier in the suit than in my own clothes which were not brown. I fancied a week off, though this would mean the others covering for me, and really wasn't justified. To go against policy and wear my own clothes would be to attract certain discipline problems for me, Jane and possibly the rest of the office. I know this is extreme but I was panicking and not thinking clearly. Maybe I could just sit at the back quietly. I went away to think but Jane came to ask my decision rather to quickly. I explained how I felt about skiving, and that my own clothes was out, then with a twinkle in her eye, Jane said she would discuss the possibility of there being an all female office.

At lunch I went out to the shops, but felt an odd atmosphere when I returned. Jane as leader made the announcement, tomorrow I was to dress in the suit, and suitable accessories, then if they felt I was not embarrassing then I would have their support, if not I would have to wear my own clothes and face the consequences, even though it was not my fault. The thought of them being embarrassed, how would I feel if it went wrong, embarrassed would be a kind word.

Jane came to me later, there was only one who felt it wrong, the rest were fine as long as I look good, not a bloke in a dress. Then invited me to her house for the evening, she wanted to help me look good. Being single this was no problem, it was Monday and I only watched the television on Mondays.

After work I picked up the parcel and followed Jane to her car feeling a sense of doom. Being a bossy type, Jane soon told me what we would be doing that evening. When we arrived I was shown the bathroom, told to undress and shower, then shave all over. Jane would make dinner; I was left bra, knickers and a dressing gown. I was then asked about sizes, chest, hips, and shoes. Then I could hear her on the phone but I could not quite hear what was said, and Jane would just say she was getting help. It did not take long before the door bell rang, Dawn entered, then a while later Jill, these two were the extroverts and often told us of their night time exploits, but for this evening Dawn would use her hairdressing skills, and Jill her beautician skills. Dawn soon had me sat in the kitchen hair washed, the pony tail brushed out, and the ends being trimmed, then with gel and a dryer brushed a flowing style into my dull flat hair. When she finished, she asked if we went through with it could she be more adventurous at the weekend. Next it was Jill, she had a box of make up, which she quickly and skilfully applied, I remember having difficulty not blinking at the mascara, but nothing else was a problem. Jill also asked if she could be bolder at the weekend. I did wonder what they had in mind, but Jane appeared with the suit, some tights, and a pair of shoes. I was left to dress on my own, and then Jane came to sort me out. I was lead to the bedroom and a full-length mirror, uneasily I might add as the shoes had heels. I was bowled over by what I saw; I could not have imagined I would look so good.

Back in the lounge Jill and Dawn were both suitably impressed, and suggested a drink, we relaxed, and I got used to wearing a skirt that came half way down my calves, and a short jacket. A lot was said about how I should behave, but I was finding the clothes dictated my posture, and was aware how feminine I was behaving. When we got to clothing, I was told I should get panty girdles to hide any bumps, and a 36c bra as the blouse needed filling. We also concluded that I should stop the night with Jane, and then she could make sure I looked good before going to work. I could not have done it from home for many reasons; mainly inexperience and I used buses. Jill and Dawn left, and after a nightcap I was shown how to clean the make up off, then shown the spare bedroom. Jane apologised for not having pyjamas, but left out a nightie if I wanted nightclothes, I slept nude that night.

Tuesday
After a sleepless night, due maybe to being in a strange bed, or a strange evening, or the prospect of a strange day ahead, or maybe all three. I was awake when I heard Jane's alarm. I heard her shower and dress, then put her head round the door and suggest I get up as we had a lot to do. Jane wanted me to go to work in the suit, but I preferred to put the suit on at the office, I needed to know that I had escape clothes if it went wrong, and going in trousers seemed a good insurance. We packed everything up and dressed, then while it was still early left for work. Once there we set about getting me ready for a public viewing. Jane did the make up, and then I changed with Jane checking I had got it right, I brushed my hair into a style like Dawn had done, last I went and sat at my desk and waited for the staff to arrive. Most were early, coming to see the entertainment, I felt like an exhibit, but everybody was kind, and tried to behave as though nothing was different. I just stayed at my desk for as long as I could, but drinks and need for the toilet brought me out at 11.00am. I walked as well as I could across the room and made for the gents. Upon my return the chat suddenly stopped, it was time to brooch the subject ' so what do you think, do I look good enough?' I looked round, nobody said anything 'I'll go out again then you can talk' I went to the small kitchen area to make a coffee, then sorted out the regular order and found the biscuits. I could hear the talking, but indistinctly. I waited then picked up the tray, silence as I entered and passed the drinks around. ' Well?' I looked at Jane, she quickly gave a look around ' It is up to you, but we feel you look OK, but you need to act more feminine to be convincing. If you are prepared to be taught, we will try to get you to act the part.'

So that was it the office was all female. Jane came to me later and had thought about the training, as we had less than a week she wanted me to stop at her house, and stay female all the time, so becoming used to the new me with out having to swap back to the male me. Then she asked for the bag with my male clothes, I gave it to her then she said I could have it back if I asked, and locked it in her locker. It later dawned on me that I would have leave the office in the suit. I worked trying not to think about it, but eventually we closed and Jane stood at the door with the keys, nervously I looked outside and feeling it was emptyish stepped out, Jane was by my side, the few minutes to the car took ages, followed by an eternity sat in traffic convinced everybody was looking and wondering why I was dressed like a girl. Jane reassured me, but I was still glad to get to her house. I had rung a neighbour to say I would be away and gave Jane's number as a contact, or the office, so I would now spend the week living with Jane as a woman, how odd life turns out at times.

Wednesday
Jane had me walking around in heels permanently, at lunch a few went to the shops, returning gave me a carrier bag and some receipts. They had bought underwear, tights and a handbag, and I was to pay, this was something I had not considered, but did not know how to object. I sneaked a little look; they had bought lacy and silky bits that felt totally wonderful. Going back in the evening was less anxious, but still a relief to be indoors. After tea Jane wanted to see the shopping, then encouraged me to try some on. With ease we talked about breasts and genitals. She would enquire about prosthetic breasts, and I could find a way of concealing my maleness so the knickers fitted properly. I spent the evening in a silk bathrobe, and slept in a nightie. I was relaxing and enjoying the sensations of the fabrics; I even stated how dull male clothes were. All the time I was being picked up on the way I sat, walked, stood just about anything I did was wrong, but I was told so gently I enjoyed learning.

Thursday
I had to get myself ready, being inspected before we left. Work was fine, plenty of encouragement. There was talk that I should go out soon as part of the getting used to being female. So Jane stopped at a supermarket on the way back, and told me nobody would even look at me. With lots of fear I eventually left the car and pushed a trolley very carefully for my host, we did not buy much, but enough to bolster my ego.
'Tomorrow night we go out for the evening' Jane was definite about that. ' And Saturday we have an office outing in town?' it sounded like a question I could not answer. I said why not try a quiet pub tonight, but I only have the work suit. When we had unpacked the bags, Jane went to her bedroom, 'Lesley, come in here dear' she had a black dress in her hands 'this is stretchy so it will fit you if you are game. It will show every bump though'
While she cooked I tried to hide my bump. I ate in the dress but had not been successful at bump hiding, so afterwards we tried together.

I should have avoided this really, I was always conscious that I was not well endowed, but letting Jane take a good look, then take hold, I felt it stiffen and I thought of all those girlfriends who had laughed. 'There are two solutions, either you relieve yourself and get it limp, or in some way we fasten it back here' with a swift movement she pulled it between my legs, the stiffness went. ' Right I will get some tape, I suggest you shave yourself' 'pardon' 'trust me this will work'. I returned bald, to my surprise the testes would go back inside then we taped the penis so it faced backwards. I pulled up the knickers, it looked good. ' Now you'll have to sit to pee, I noticed the seat being up' she winked ' I'm just reading this tape packet, it's meant too stay on I'm afraid, so hope you like it, taking it off will be painful, sorry' I pulled the dress down, nothing showed at all, then reading the package, sure enough this was tape to stay on, I only wondered how long before I would have to replace it.

I caught myself thinking like this on occasion, but was not sure what it meant. I relaxed and decided to just go with the flow and enjoy myself. ' Are we ready for out then?' asked Jane. I smiled and nodded, ' as ready as I ever will be'. We drove to a pub just outside the estate, Jane wasn't a pub sort of person, but felt I needed public exposure.

Sat in a corner we watched as people came and went, after a few drinks Jane told me it was my turn to buy a round, and she looked adamant, I carefully walked to the bar, then in panic forgot what to order and asked for two lagers because the pump was in front of me, I paid and returned. 'Well done, unusual vodka but I didn't reckon you would do it' I drank some 'I'm really pleased with you, I thought of doing this tomorrow, but maybe we could do something else instead' We walked back to the car, Jane linked my arm, ' you enjoying this?' she enquired, 'how do you mean?' ' Just simple are you enjoying wearing a dress?' 'Maybe not enjoy, but it is fun, a challenge, bit reckless, many things I suppose' 'tomorrow night we go late night shopping and I would like to treat you, but only if you enjoy being a Ms instead of a Mr'. I cannot say we made plans rather Jane knew what she had in mind, I just agreed to her plans.

Friday
We went to work as usual, except we packed a change of clothes so we did not spend the evening in our work wear. Nothing happened at work, lots of discussion as to where we would go on Saturday evening, as well as the constant advise I kept on being given about female behaviour. I had long passed the problem of which toilet, but there seemed to be thousands of little and subtle things I should now do differently.

After work we changed in the toilets, and drove to the Trafford centre. First we stopped of at a shop selling prosthetic breasts before we arrived, Jane had rung before to see if they had a problem serving me, but were pleased to help. I left with what felt like a couple of kilos of jelly stuck to my chest and pulling at the bra straps, but it gave me a confidence as they moved about of looking more female.

Once at the shops we were truly in for public exposure, and I was very scared at times, Jane kept close, giving me reassurance and advise. The kids were the worst, but fortunately not many saw through the disguise, only once did I hear ' that's a bloke in a dress' Jane just pointed out how many had not noticed, and how many shops had we been in without the assistants saying anything. The gift Jane wanted to buy me was a necklace and bracelet, it wasn't gold but it made feel a million dollars. I even splashed out on some perfume for myself. Eating at one of the very public cafes we had our evening meal, then left for home, (I know it isn't really but it was starting to feel like it). We couldn't wait to get indoors and have good look at the breasts, they had cost enough and we wanted to take a really good look at them. It started with me parading around in my underwear, then I asked if Jane would like to show me what a real woman looks like in her underwear, surprisingly she agreed. Jane is about ten years older than me, but is very trim and looks excellent, I told her so and asked why she wears loose and unflattering clothes most of the time; I did not get a proper answer, but did feel I had stepped on a sensitive area. We got ready for bed then watched a late film. Very relaxing.

Saturday
We rose later than a workday, and ate breakfast in my nightie because I did not know what I should wear. I wore the stretchy dress as Jane did not mind, and we cleaned the house, stopping for lunch then finishing of around 3 pm. We had to be done by then because Jill and Dawn would be calling. I knew the afternoon would be good when Alison called with a bag, it had been her shoes I had borrowed, and she was about my size so I guessed the bag was for me, though Jane took it away before I had chance to investigate.
Dawn arrived first and asked how adventurous she could be; she then showed us some hairdressing magazines with lots of styles in them. It did not take much persuading to get me to have the hair cut into a long style which had a thin fringe into my eyes, the sides tapering backwards with it ending between my shoulders, my hair is naturally light brown but when she streaked it with blondes the effect was wonderful. Whilst this was going on Jill arrived and was soon playing with my nails. When Dawn had finished she had a glass of wine and let Jill get on. There was little discussion about how I wanted to look, but she noted that the hair was obviously adventurous for a man, so she would just follow Dawn's lead. She started off with acrylic nails, then the eyebrows were plucked, I had pulled out the odd stray hair, but now I felt as though I would be bald, when I did look I had a pleasing narrower and higher brow line. Next she taught me how to paint my nails with a deep pink, the long nails got in the way, but not as much as they would later on. Next we had a democratic clothes selection, Alison's bag was emptied and spread around for all to see, the choice was not vast, but more than I could decide on. After trying on almost all the clothes we choose a brown jersey dress, long with a split up the front, the bodice having cream hoops to a round neck and short sleeves. I had to change my underwear to white, and Jane gave me a new pair of tights that were incredibly fine with a lovely sheen. I fastened my jewellery on, then went back to see what they thought. Fine except I had put on my work shoes, now there was a cream pair of high-heeled sandals for me to wear. The nails had been awkward enough with the bra but I could not fasten the buckles on the sandals, Jane, kneeling politely at my feet, did them for me. Then I had the shock of trying to stand in them, which I managed but walking was near impossible to start with, but all the three women could do was smirk, saying they were going to get ready and see me later, followed by, I could always change but knowing how I had struggled to fasten them, they knew I would be in them until someone undid them. So I took Jane's advice and practised walking around the house. After several practices and rests Jane declared herself ready in mini dress with a longer jacket, big heels and truly well made up. She looked really sexy and I guessed many a bloke would be looking her way.

We meet for a Chinese first, where everyone admired each other's clothes, something I had never been in on before, and was a real boost. Alison even said the dress looked better on me than her, I wasn't sure if that was true. Later we went onto a club that did allsorts of music, with a quieter area for the older women in our party. I tried not to be the only topic, but each girl questioned me about how I felt, and was I really going to come to work next week in a skirt, I always replied saying if nobody objects then yes, and nobody did. The evening was good fun, I danced quite a bit even in the sandals, Jane did get a lot of men looking at her, but to my shock I had a bloke approach me and ask me if I wanted a drink, luckily Dawn came to rescue me, but commented on the number of looks I was getting. A taxi finally dropped us home in the early hours, and still excited, we sat up drinking tea, and discussing the night and the future. Eventually Jane released me from the sandals, and we went to bed.

Sunday
We rose late; Jane was still excited and wanted to have another public outing. A country pub and a walk in a park. I had Alison's clothes to use, so set about choosing a white top and a grey skirt, with a pair of black courts, Jane had trousers which I felt more appropriate, but I had none of my own, so had unresistingly to wear the skirt. The pub was fine, we ate in a quiet corner. The park revealed a horror, I saw a neighbour, not one I knew well, but I was sure to be recognised, Jane held my elbow and walked close, telling me they would not guess, and if they did so what, I had enjoyed the past week, so was I going to let someone I hardly know spoil it. It did take quite a while after that before I relaxed, and was able to agree that a life in skirts was most agreeable, which seemed to please her.

Monday
A normal day, if anything was now normal. Work followed by a quiet evening.

Tuesday
Same again, except the two older (in their 40's) women showed concern about me making a mess of the visit that was due. I repeated that if anyone wants me to stop then I would. But nobody did.

Wednesday
It would have been a normal day. But back home the post had some interesting items, Jane was reluctant to show me until later on. When we got back that evening we studied the parcel, it was adhesive for the boobs, and as usual for Jane they had to be tried straight away. So went to change out of work clothes, a new pleasure for me, and following the instructions stuck the breasts over mine. Then got dressed, except Jane wanted a good look, and I had to take my bra off as they hung free, they felt secure and with general poking it was decided they would not come off. So I went braless for the evening, which was not terribly comfortable, but did look good according to Jane.

Thursday
With the breasts still stuck on we went to work, I was tired because the new sensation of breasts in bed had woken me a few times. As Jane opened up she discovered that this was to be the day of the visit. Everybody went mad cleaning and tidying. Then when the executives arrived just before lunch everything was in top condition, with all of us busy at work. They looked through some files, and checked on procedures for what seemed ages. At lunch they invited Jane to a small restaurant for discussions in private. Two hours later they reappeared, talked to several of the staff.

I was then hit by a bombshell, a suit came over and apologised, the records had Lesley down as a man, he was struggling to know why this had not been spotted before, but he had access to staff files and had already corrected it, I did not know how I had not given the game away, laughed or blushed, as he left he commented how lucky I was that I had not received a mans suit, the suppliers had made a few mistakes with the orders, at least two blokes had been sent women's suits. One or two of my colleagues at least were struggling to keep a straight face I know, the office erupting when they left and shut the door.

Jane then worked furiously at her terminal till the end of work. We drove home very seriously, Jane eventually blurting out that this was not meant to happen, she had no access to the personal files, so could not make any changes, which left the embarrassing situation that I was now a Ms on the records. She kept on apologising and offering to carry the can for the confusion. We cooked dinner and ate in silence. Later I went to my room, changed into the top and skirt and went out for a walk on my own. After wandering around for a while I went into a pub and bought a drink. Drank it slowly watching peoples response if any, then I went into a late shop and bought a loaf, not that we needed a loaf but I just wanted to shop alone. Next I went into an off license and bought bottles of gin and tonic. Nothing had happened, I was undoubtedly excited but did not feel highly visible. I returned to Jane's who was worried at me going off alone. Then I announced a solution to the dilemma, I could stay as a Ms, I had no objections, and it would save her face. She was totally shocked by this; the relief of my return in one piece, followed by such a statement really surprised her. She asked for time to take it in, so I went to make a drink for us both. We then sat and drank several gins, while discussing the future. Jane had to make sure it was fine with the staff, then I would have to sort out my living arrangements, such as let my house go. Jane invited me to move in permanently. I needed to spend a lot on clothes; make up and accessories, but there seemed to be no hurdle we could not overcome.

Friday
Jane went in while I stayed outside in the car. If she returned with the clothes she had taken off me the week before and gave them to me, I would have to work as a bloke. If she came out and put the bag in bin, then I was accepted. It was a long wait my mind swinging between the possibilities, eventually all the office appeared without Jane, they were carrying the bag so I thought this was the end, but in a very dramatic way they produced a metal bin, and one by one emptied the bag into it, then tipped lighter fuel on them, followed by a match. I sat in the car transfixed, Alison was the first to open the door, one by one they hugged me, apparently I was a nicer person in a skirt, and they had no problem with the new arrangement. Alison did point out I had to buy my own clothes from now on, but she did not want the ones I already had back.

Saturday
I went shopping with Jane, dresses, tops, skirts, shoes, trousers, make up, a coat, and lots of underwear. We spent the late afternoon trying on, as I would not go in a changing room. It was a special day even if about half would need to be changed.

In the evening I went out with the single girls, Jill and Beci, we had a great time in the clubs, they even offered to take me to a gay pub if I fancied a man, I felt sure I was straight, well straightish, Beci stunned me with ' you and Jane will make a good pair, she doesn't fancy blokes either' I had never known. The thought went around my mind until I left early. Jane was still up as I had hoped. Not sure how to brooch the subject I made up a tale about a man approaching me, and how I did not like it, ' am I odd I want to look like a woman, but fancy women not men,'
Jane hardly looked up ' no your not odd, I am a woman and I don't fancy men'
I had to know ' and how's about someone like me?'
Jane looked up and straight in my eyes, 'that's different'
I blushed not knowing what to expect.
She continued ' you've always been feminine to me, but still a bloke, now you are a very attractive person, and I for one am pleased you fancy women' all I could manage was an oh.
She took my hand ' do not take offence, but yes you do attract me, but I am happy just as friends.' I could feel myself hardening and straining against the tape, 'is this a platonic attraction or something else?' ' I'm happy with platonic if you are' she replied. I then asked her what she found sexy; ' affection, a good figure, a smile and underwear' was a briefened reply.
I was mildly drunk I think and smiled, ' have I a good figure?'
'Yes'
I stood up and took off the blouse and skirt to reveal the brief briefs and the shiny bra, 'not the sexiest I think, what's your opinion?'
' True you have sexier, but still good'
I went to pour her a drink. I heard her get up and then felt a light touch on my waist, 'you forgot about affection'
'no I didn't I was just thinking how to ask'
' well you need to touch a little more, but so far, fine. Does that answer your questions?'
'All except one'
'oh?'
' Yes can I have a kiss?'