Time To Pay
By Anna Na Maus

The story of Michael continues. Having been tricked him into wearing panties, Jenny and her friends decide that the whole world should know about it.

Chapter 5

He did his best to pick out the least obvious pair of panties that he could find in his newly filled drawer but Jenny had been very careful to make sure that nothing in his underwear drawer could be viewed as anything less than one hundred percent sexy woman. Jenny insisted on seeing them at the breakfast table telling her husband how cute they looked and then she made things especially uncomfortable by giving him a little stroke through today’s white satin creation. Michael was more than a little embarrassed by his body's reaction.
By the time he got to work Michael was convinced that he was going to get exposed. Every time he bent over he was sure that the top of his panties would show, the same when he stood up from the chair behind his terminal. The man spent virtually the whole morning pulling his trousers up and his sweater down. The whole time watching the clock tick slowly nearer to his lunch break and a trip to M&S for some much-needed boxer shorts.

The allotted hour duly arrived and Michael tried to look casual as he bolted out of the office, for almost a minute he honestly believed that his nightmare was over. Until he ran into Clarissa.

For over two weeks Michael had avoiding Clarissa because she was constantly dropping hints about marriage and, with two wives already, that was the last thing he needed. As Jenny had done just a few days earlier Clarissa acted as though she couldn’t keep her hands off her boyfriend, telling him how much she missed him, and how desperate she was to reacquaint herself with his body. For a man like Michael that would not normally be a problem, he even had a quiet spot behind the offices for just such moments. Today, however, was not normal and. with his underwear hidden beneath the man fully intended to keep his trousers on. Clarissa though, had other ideas. She fully intended to take a small piece of vengeance against the man who had led her on for so long and wouldn’t take no for an answer. As Michael was cursing his wife for her stupid act of generosity he felt Clarissa’s hand slip down the back of his trousers and rub his satin, panty clad bottom. That was when she squealed and the whole square stopped to look in the couple’s direction. Utilising the lack of a belt to hold up his trousers she pulled them down to his knees and stood back pointing, calling him a pervert and a sissy, making such a fuss that, all around them passers-by pulled out their mobile phones and used them to take pictures. Some people even looked out of their office windows to see what all the fuss was about and Michael did the only thing he could, he pulled up his trousers, ran back into the office building and headed straight to the toilets where he hid for the remaining fifty minutes of his lunch hour. The whole embarrassing incident in the square having lasted for no more than five or ten minutes. For the rest of his lunch break, Michael was locked in a little cubicle and the whole time the only thing he could hear was people laughing. Had he paid more attention to what was going on as he ran inside he might have noticed that one of the photographers had actually been his own wife, Jenny.

Of course, being in the toilet meant that he didn’t get anything to eat, or drink and, most significantly of all, he didn’t get any boxer shorts.
At the end of his break Michael walked quickly back to the safety of his desk and his computer terminal even as he rushed, though, he was conscious of people pointing and staring as he went past. To his horror he saw that the screen saver on his computer had been changed to show pictures taken less than an hour earlier of him standing in with the square with his panties exposed for all to see. Horror turned into a building anger and Michael looked around the room to see if he could spot the person responsible. Instead he saw that every computer in the office not in use was showing the same image. From across the room somebody shouted, “show us your knickers love” making everyone laugh. Michael's temper was rising even further and he replied with a sentence full of expletives. Instead of making the situation better that did, as you would expect, make it a lot worse and a shout of “Don’t get your knickers in a twist” came from a different part of the office, then it was something about sissy tantrums from somewhere different again. At that point, the volcano that was Michael’s temper erupted and he went looking for the culprits.

Fifteen minutes later he was in his boss’s office with scraped knuckles and one of his colleagues was on his way to A&E with a broken nose.
Michael’s boss was a good man and he tried to be understanding but because of the manipulation that had led to the current position he completely misread the situation. He told Michael that the company would fully support him if he wished to become a woman, indeed, they had procedures in place and they would protect him from any problems that may arise with colleagues. All he had to do was inform Human Resources and an action plan could be put in place. As you would expect Michael told him that he didn’t want to be a woman and that’s when things started going downhill. Gregg, his manager, started asking why he was wearing women’s clothing if he didn’t want to be a woman and every answer that came into Michael’s head made him sound, to his own ears, weak, pathetic even. So in the end, rekindling a bit of his earlier anger Michael simply shouted at him and, using the same logic that had worked on Jenny a few days ago, told him that he could wear whatever he wanted and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Gregg’s response was to send Michael home telling him that it would be better if he worked from there while he sorted himself out. He also informed him that he was lucky not to be on a disciplinary for punching his colleague in the face. What he didn’t say, although both men understood that the implication was there, was that if Michael didn’t agree to work from home then the disciplinary would magically appear, and Michael would almost definitely lose his job.
To a backdrop of whispers, laughter and pointing fingers, Michael picked up the few personal items he kept at work and slowly made the long walk from his desk to the car park. Dejectedly, he climbed into his perfectly restored Triumph Spitfire and began the drive home.

To be continued...

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