[size=10pt][size=10pt][size=10pt]While I was in my senior year in College, I took a job at a warehouse loading and unloading trucks.
It was far from my dream job and really far from my dream boss, who happened to be a very large (about 6’3” & over 250 pounds), loud, black man named Vernon D, who always seemed to be yelling and always seemed to be singling me out for criticism.
I was one of the very few white guys working the loading dock and at about 5’9” and maybe 170 pounds, one of the smallest guys there, but I did my share of the work and always gave 110%, but I was the very opposite of Vernon, in both build and temperament.
At the start of my third week there, Vernon called me into his office.
Since that’s usually a bad sign, I began wondering what I could’ve done to warrant any kind of a reprimand.
When I arrived, Vernon motioned me to sit down, then quickly turned to me and said, “Look, I’m thinking of taking you off the loading dock and using you here in the office.”
I was stunned. “I’ve never had a problem wi-“
“It’s not your decision, it’s MINE,” Vernon said, raising his voice only slightly. “You’ve done a good job out there, but I think you can do better in here and I need you up in here.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “I don’t know anything about office work. I don’t even type, I mean I’m a fish out of water in here.”
Vernon grinned, “There’s nuthin’ to it. You’ll pick it all up in no time. Uhhh, but there’s more...”
“Like what,” I asked.
“Well, did you know Rachel?” He was referring to his receptionist, who I’d seen a few times, but she was very quiet – always well put together, but quiet, even distant from the guys on the loading dock.”
I shook my head no.
“Too bad, she was a real special lady...(there was a real long pause)...not at all unlike yourself.”
“What do you mean,” I demanded, knowing full well that I’d been insulted.
“Look, I’ve been watching you closely these past few weeks and you have all the traits that Rachel, formerly “Richard, had before I transformed her.
“What I’m saying is that with Rachel leaving next Monday, I need a new receptionist...and you’re her.”
“No way,” I shouted, “I quit.”
“Alright, but you’ve got to give me two weeks notice. It’s in your contract.”
It was in my contract, but I also needed the extra cash and the time to line up another job, so I agreed.
That turned out to be a huge mistake.
On Wednesday, two days after speaking with Vernon, some inventory went missing from the loading area. After a long and dramatic search, with plenty of fire and brimstone from Vernon, the stuff was found...in the back of my Jeep Laredo.
I was once again summoned before Vernon, but this time he wanted me to sign some kind of confession before he called in the police. I refused, “Look, you know damned well I didn’t take that stuff. If I did, why would I leave it in plain sight in the back of my own jeep, where anyone could find it? Besides, my car keys, like everyone else’s here have been hanging in the front office. Anyone could’ve took those things.”
Vernon grinned, “And put’em in YOUR car? RIGHT!”
“Look you know I didn’t take those thing,” I protested.
“Do I,” snarled Vernon.
“Well, why would I put them in MY car,” I asked.
“Cause your stupid, like most criminals,” Vernon retorted.
“You gonna sign this,” demanded Vernon glowering.
“Nope,” I said.
“Well, we’re about done here, I’ll just get the police and see who they believe.”
“Wait,” I pleaded, “You have your stuff back and I’m leaving anyway.”
“All the more reason, or MOTIVE for you to steal. Besides, I ain’t got no choice. The owners are cracking down on all the pilferage going on around here. They want me to make an example of someone...and that someone’s gonna be you.”
I stared at the floor, contemplating the dire consequences, as he picked up the phone and began dialing, then paused and leered, “UnLESSSS?”
I looked up hopefully, “Unless, you can see your way to agreeing to what I asked you the day before yesterday.”
I returned my gaze to the floor.
“Look, you’ll get a lot worse in a prison. In fact, I doubt you’d survive there very long...pretty boi like yourself.”
I’d thought about that as well and the prospect terrified me, almost as much as Vernon’s offer, but the operative word was ALMOST, so I reluctantly agreed to become Vernon’s new receptionist.
As soon as I agreed, he hung up the phone and beamed ecstatically, “Looks like someone else gets to be the example,” then he cackled loudly, “This is going to be great!”
“Not for me,” I thought.
Vernon strode from around his desk and stood over me, “You’re gonna have to learn a whole new way of being from now on and you’re gonna have to do everything I say, cause you’ve got a lot to learn.”
My heart sank.
“Don’t act that way! Look, I picked you for a reason.”
I looked up insulted, “I look gay?”
“No, not at all, but I can see by your demeanor that you’re not made to be a man. Know what I mean?”
I shook my head.
“Look around, all the other guys bug-tussle with each other and get into confrontations all the time, not you. All the other guys around here are constantly striving to assert dominance, or at least keep others off of them, but not you. You avoid confrontation, your quiet, shy...even meek. No, you ain’t built to be no man and you ain’t gonna change any time soon on that score.
“The truth is, and you’d know this if you just looked inside, is that you agreed to be my lady, not out of some fear of a prison experience you knew nothing about, but out of your natural aversion to confrontation – you’d rather suck my dick and give up your ass, than take your chances confronting me and THAT’s why you’re gonna be my sweet-ass lady from now on.
“What I’m sayin’ is that being male don’t make you a man, not by a long shot, just like being female don’t necessarily make you a lady. It’s not about male and female, it’s about masculine and feminine and it’s the connection between those two that make MEN and make LADIES. YOU, like it, or not, are feminine, a “femme,” or feminine male, if you like that better. Inside, you’re as feminine and as pink as any woman.
“Maybe you didn’t realize what you are, but I think you always did, at least deep down you did.”
What Vernon was saying stirred up a lot of deep feelings inside of me. I had always felt very different than most of the other guys I knew and often even daydreamed about being a girl...but those were feelings I’d suppressed for as long as I could remember. I was ashamed and embarrassed by them, but here, standing in front of Vernon, it was as though he could see things inside me that I never thought anyone could see.
“That’s why what I’m gonna do to you is gonna be even more of a benefit to you than it is for me.” He then pulled me up by both hands and enveloped me in his huge body and kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth.
I’d never kissed a man before, and initially wanted to back away, but I couldn’t. After maybe fifteen seconds, I actually relaxed into this and could feel myself accepting Vernon’s control.
When he let me loose, I literally gasped for air as he smiled broadly. “We better get started right away. I’ll have David take over for the rest of the afternoon, so we can start working on the new you. You’re gonna make a real special lady.”
I couldn’t believe I was willingly getting into the car of a guy who was intent on making me, in his own words, “a lady.”[/size][/size][/size]