Chapter 10

Getting into the black SUV’s passenger side Calvin felt so out of place. His body wasn’t moving like it should, specifically there was a lot of extra movement. The tits on his chest kept bouncing with every step. Making him feel like he was one of those girls that bounced up and down on a trampoline. It was a heck of a lot better than when he wasn’t wearing a bra, but it wasn’t something he was even close to accustomed to and then there was his now thick ass moving in a way it shouldn’t. It wasn’t like they had jiggle physics like some video game, but he absolutely was not used it in less than twenty four hours after the alterations.

He had been dealing with that all morning. It made him feel odd in so many ways, one of which was a vulnerability. Standing next to Sid, a man that was already half a foot taller than him and that combined with sitting in the large vehicle, a feeling of being small accompanied the myriad of others running through him. Now he was sitting next to another man, one he was superior to… at least he was at work and yet every time Sid glanced in his direction Calvin felt like the man was going to laugh at him once more. “Just… No.” Cal said, ending the long silence.

“Excuse me?” Sidney had just pulled onto the street and was shifting gears to go back into drive.

Turning his head to look out his window, Cal crossed his arms with a harumph. He didn’t like the man’s tone of voice, that and really didn’ like the feeling of the tits on his chest. Instead of dropping his arms to avoid the feeling the skirt wearing man instead turned the crossed arms into more of a self hug, wanting to hide the feminine assets and comfort himself. “Whatever you are thinking. Just, no. Don’t say it, don’t even think it.”

Glancing to the side Sidney saw the feminine figure of his boss looking out the window. ‘Not even bothering to look at me when he… you know I should…’ He considered telling his boss to just get out of his car, that he wasn’t paid to be disrespected, but something stopped him. Calvin’s command had been clear to him, the man didn’t want to discuss his predicament. The thing was, the person next to him didn’t sound much like his boss, they weren’t dressed in an expensive suit like his Calvin Bennant. No, the only thing he saw was a young woman with a short black pleated skirt that showed off a lot of leg and a white blouse that seemed to be made for the express purpose to show off her chest. All of that making the command ring a bit hollow. Choosing not to retort, Sidney compartmentalized the issue the best he could. Moriah had given him a task, and he was going to complete it, he just didn’t know how much he was going to enjoy it till now. Nodding, he got the two of them on the road and soon enough the duo arrived at their first stop.

The pair walked across the parking lot, still in silence. Sidney looking ahead and Calvin unable to keep his head from swiveling around, paranoid someone was going to recognize him. “Hey… ah… Maybe I should just wait in the car? You can handle whatever you need here right?” Calvin said without really paying attention to the building they were walking towards in the strip mall.

Turning his head slightly Sidney resisted rolling his eyes. ‘A soldier doesn’t do such things in view of a superior, nor does one that is practiced working in the corporate world.’ He told himself, thinking back to his demeanor in the house and how it had slipped. Admonishing himself for it even as he responded. “No, you will have to come inside to get your new ID.”

“ID?” Calvin asked, his voice slipping back into a lower octave as the idea of an ID card puzzling him. To close the cap between them he had to pick up his mincing pace with the man’s longer steps. The faster motion made him feel even more awkward. It wasn’t a great thought when it crossed Cal’s mind that a few days ago he would have really struggled to move this quickly in his heels, let alone what he would look like to anyone who saw him. It was needed right now to keep up with his unruly employee, but it wasn’t a skill he wanted in his repertoire. When no answer came Calvin found himself walking in the doors to the local DMV. No sooner had they come inside when Calvin stopped dead in his tracks. The mall had been busy, but this government building had them all much more tightly packed in and they weren’t distracted with shopping. In truth only a few people looked up, but a select few that saw the darker honey skinned girl in the short skirt kept their eyes glued to her. Making it feel like an almost physical weight pressing on Calvin as his mind blew things out of proportion. “Sid… we should… we need to go.” The words coming out in a feminine whisper.

When once more no answer came, Cal moved to shove Sidney’s arm, but the man had taken a partial step forward. Calvin’s hand ended up having to reach further from his position, so the shove ended up only being a light touch that rested on his arm instead of pushing it.

Feeling the lingering touch on his forearm Sidney looked down to see Bennant’s hand touching him. The little watch and gold bangle made the wrist look so much dantier, the longer painted nails doing much the same for the fingers. A feeling of revulsion rolled through him, causing Sid to pull his arm away and glare. He was about to ask them what they wanted, when the familiar face of his contact waved them over ahead of the line.

“This her?” The DMV employee said looking at the girl Larson had said he needed a favor for. Larry took the appealing sight in of the Latina girl, who had a look of a mix between being uncomfortable and just being plain mad. He wouldn’t mind having some fun with her if he was younger, or even if he had a shot now, but her sour puss expression made her seem to be more trouble than she was worth. Considering Larson he was either doing a good deed or up to something shady that he wanted no part of.

Sidney nodded at the man as they were brought over to an unoccupied part of the counter. “Thank you for the help today Larry, you know I appreciate it.” Sidney made a motion towards the high heeled wearing man with one hand. “Clara here, she needs an ID to start work tomorrow, but isn’t bright enough to think ahead. Thus me needing and appreciating your help.” Calvin felt like a piece of meat as the man who had to be in his sixties stared at his chest hungerly. Between him and his paranoia telling him many more eyes were on him, any one of them about to call him a freak before tar and feathering him. Mentally part of Calvin started to pull into himself, but all of him wanted to leave soon as possible.

“This is just a state ID.” Larry the DMV employee said, looking Sidney in the eye. “I’m not breaking any laws for you.” The statement made Sidney hold up his hands in surrender.

“No, I would never ask you to do something like that.” The elderly man glowered at him, clenching his teeth. Larry knew Sidney Larson and felt there was more to the story than the girl being too airheaded to take care of something like this on her own. There was was a lot more that wasn’t being said about the situation.

Calvin looked between the two, Larry the old creep looked ready to call Sidney out on his bullshit. It would be the perfect thing he needed to end this fiasco. There was more to the relationship between the two, but had no way of knowing what without asking question. Just a week ago he might have asked a few probing questions, but right now he just wanted to go unnoticed as much as he could. The desire to hide and flee was much higher than any need to find out more about the head of security for his hotel, but the thing he couldn’t pass up was a chance to stop this insanity. “Ma… maybe we should go, I don’t want to get him in any trouble.”

Giving his feminized boss the side eye, Sidney kept himself from telling Calvin to shut it. He was here helping him and Moriah out. He didn’t understand a lot of it, but he wasn’t going to go back to Moriah a failure. “Look.” Sidney made eye contact with the man behind the counter. “She is in a tough spot. Girl like her missed some deadlines, but Clara has a good heart. She needs some help. Clara can’t get a driver's license or a social security card. It’s one of those issues with crossing a border, but it is perfectly legal for her to get an ID. In fact all she needs to secure her job at the hotel is one so we can start the paperwork to sponsor a work visa.”

Leaning on the counter Larry let out a sigh, coming to terms with this being a sob story case. He looked her over once more, wondering what kind of kick back Larson was getting from this or if it was even more personal. “Where are you from anyhow, Chica?”

The man’s roaming eyes made him feel all sorts of uncomfortable, bringing how he looked to the forefront of his mind. How his feet were held at an odd angle from the heeled shoes, the cold air on his bare, hairless legs. The weight of his chest and the pull of the bra straps. Pushing past it Calvin spoke up before Sidney, disliking how they kept talking about him and less to him. “I was born in Arizona jackass.” His words weren’t as biting as they once were with his practiced softer voice.

“Woah, woah calm down there girly. You speak English well enough, but if you are being sponsored that story isn’t going to fly with me.” Larry gave Sidney a glance, the girl's story not lining up with what he had just been told.

Calvin could feel Sidney’s eyes boring into him as his large hand moved to press into his lower back to remind him to behave. It reminded him of when he was in church with his parents and his father would put a hand on his shoulder to remind him to sit and be quiet. He loathed being handled. Shifting to tell his employee to not to fucking touch him, no words seemed to come as he once again felt the changes to his body. The abrupt movement had the words die on his tongue, allowing Sidney to control the conversation.

“She actually doesn’t speak a word of Spanish believe it or not, or at least nothing she didn’t learn from tv. One of those kids with parents who wanted a better life for her, but weren’t much for following the rules, or not able to for whatever reason.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders as if to say either way didn’t matter to him.

Calvin frowned, moving to cross his arm and unaware of the effect it was having on the now straining blouse.

“Nice of you to help her out, you two dating or something?”

“No!” Eyes narrowed in rage Calvin waved his hand in the to attack the very idea that he was gay, let alone would be with this prick.

“No!” Sidney proclaimed, his baritone voice much easier for those around to hear than Calvin. He had been lying out his ass and coming up with things on the fly and at some point he had taken a wrong turn with Larry.

After they both had said “No” at the same time and both just as forcefully the man behind the counter chuckled and mumbled something about the two having no need to lie to him about it or lying to themselves. “Fine, fine. Little lady, do me a favor and look into the camera here.” Larry said, snapping a picture. Glancing at his monitor screen he turned back to her. “Okay one more, you are a beautiful woman, I’m betting you are a knockout when you smile. Can you give me a smile for the photo?” A neutral expression is what they were told to get for photo ID, but he really wanted to see how pretty she could be when she wasn’t being a bit of a bitch when he was helping them out.

‘Beautiful?’ A light blush came to Calvin’s cheeks, not because the complement felt good, but because it ramped up his level of embarrassment. He wasn’t supposed to be pretty, or beautiful. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen himself in the mirror, but thoughts of such things hadn’t really occurred to him. At least not in a way of how others would see him, it was as if the world was conspiring to minimize his masculinity. ‘All I wanted was to fuck that redhead, is that so wrong!?’ He mentally asked no one. Still with a small amount of prodding he smiled for the photo, feeling a fool.

“Here you are sweetheart.” Larry said, handing over the little piece of plastic that he printed out with the information Larson had provided.

Taking the offered card Calvin was happy to be done with the place. Though not so happy to have a state issued ID saying his name was Clara Diane Bent, and that she was a twenty-two-year-old Hispanic female. Before he could say a word Sidney pressed his hand to his back once more pulling his attention away from the card in his hands.

“Again, appreciate you Larry and I’m sure Clara does too. Isn’t that right Clara?”

“Ye… yes. Thank you Larry.” Cal was far from thankful, but it wasn’t Larry the creeps fault. Though things would be more manageable if he had turned them away.

The pair had a few words for each other, Calvin wasn’t paying them any mind as he read the ID card over and over again. Trying to wrap his head around how it had been so easy for a person to just be created from thin air. When they started to move outside he was able to wrap his mind around it all to a point, but he needed answers. This was insane and wrong on so many levels.

“Sid!” Calvin called out, it was difficult to keep up with the man's pace. “Sid!” He cried out again, but the man didn’t so much as slow down let alone stop. “Sidney Larson!” Calvin yelled in his normal voice and came to a stop in the middle of the parking lot. The change had Calvin cough a few times, feeling like something was stuck in his throat. It only dawning on him that yelling in a man’s voice, even one that wasn’t very deep was a bad idea. Making his anxiety spike that he might have just outed himself. Still he watched as the man he had been yelling at turned around. Sidney didn’t look happy but that was normal when he was told what to do in Calvin’s experience. ”I’m white, why are you pushing this farce of me not being from here?” Calvin whispered harshly to him as he stomped his heeled foot, upset he had to yell to get his attention and was sure he drew all sorts of the wrong attention.

Suddenly Calvin felt the larger man’s hand wrap around his biceps roughly as he leaned in close. “You need to remember who you are, you are the young lady that ID says you are. You do not get to call me by a nickname or my first name. You get to call me Mr. Larson, or I swear you will feel my hand on your backside like Miss Abrams said I would.”

Calvin tried to pull his arms away, but the older man was much stronger, pulling him even closer as he tried to resist. Trying to hold his ground and being pulled made him almost lose his balance before mincing a step forward.

“You want to fire me? Not going to happen, I took your crap for so long.” Sidney didn’t think there would be much of a problem between them before this if he had treated Moriah right. If he hadn’t wormed his way back into her life with his lies. None of that mattered, he was furious. “I am helping you for the good of the company and soon as you do your job the company can be sold off. No more Mr. Bennent telling me what to do, he will have his money and I will be free of him. Fuck if I was really lucky I would figure out what is going on and we just leave you,Clara the maid out of the loop. Till one day you are cleaning someone’s room and you hear the news that the company has been taken over by Mega Corp. The good news is you Clara will be getting a raise from what I understand under the takeover.” Unable to get away, but not willing to just take the arrogant ass’s disrespect, Calvin spit in the man’s face, he was so close it was hard not to smell the coffee on his breath.

The **** with saliva was enough for Calvin to get free, staying on his feet, but stumbling. Continuing the engagement he narrowed his eyes, glare at the taller man through the curtain his extended eyelashes now provided. The back and forth of altering his voice made his throat a bit scratching, but despite how he looked there was no way Calvin was going to keep doing that bullshit girly voice. “I used to like you, you know that SID? I used to think you were the man I could go to when I needed things done. Now though, fuck you.” For a few heartbeats Calvin clenched his fists before having to shake them off from the pain of his nails stabbing into his palm. “You are fucking fired, we dont’t need you. The last thing you are going to do is drop me off back at home and then you can fuck off to whatever hole you live in.”

Nodding, Sidney calmly pulled out his phone with one hand and wiped the saliva from his face with the other. Clicking the phone over to the speaker phone he held it out so the feminized man could see who was on the phone. “Hey, yeah Miss Abrams, Clara just tried to fire me and told me I can fuck off to whatever hole I crawled out of.”

Calvin could see his girlfriends’ name on the phone and glared daggers into the man opposite him in the parking lot. “That is not what I said, I said…'' Calvin was cut off by a rather angry voice. “Clara, you sound like you are coming down with a cold. Now you need to calm down and show Sidney the respect he has earned. He doesn’t have time for some girly hissy fit. I am not going to fire him. With Calvin going on vacation the only one that has the power to fire him is me. You need to work with him, he is going to be your only contact while you are working. As I told you before, I can’t be associating with someone in your position. Your only option is to do as he says or quit. I swear if you ruin this deal, I will be taking you to court. Do I make myself clear, young lady?!”

‘Court?’ Hearing what she had to say Calvin’s hard glare turned into something softer and as it receded Sidney grimace turned into a smirk. While not able to see the change in expressions, on the other end of the phone Moriah took note of the pause and pushed her advantage. “Now tell me you will be a good girl for Sidney.”

“She should call me Mr. Larson.” Sidney interjected.

“That sounds appropriate. Clara, tell Mr. Larson you will be a good girl for him.”

Calvin was feeling rather small at that second, with what she had just said. The woman he loved said she would sue him if he didn’t go along with all this mess, he had agreed the night before but he didn’t have to take this bullshit from someone beneath him. He never considered how tough all this must be on her though, losing him for a short time and the stress of knowing someone was stealing money from her company that she loved like a child. It must have been too much for her or she would never have snapped at him like this. Clearing his throat and making a small sound the rather defeated feeling Calvin spoke once more in the voice Moriah was expecting to hear. “I will be a good girl for Mr. Larson.” He said causing that small feeling to grow extensively as he could just feel the fucker’s smile even when not looking over at him.

The calm voice of Moriah spoke once more from the speaker phone, Calvin could tell it was her phone voice, a smile on her face that could be heard in her every word. “Sidney, how are your errands with Clara going?”

Calvin, unable to look at the man who had just grabbed him looked to the black asphalt of the parking lot instead. ‘I just told him I would be a good girl… fuck.’ The word embarrassed didn’t cover the magnitude of what Calvin felt as he heavy blush burned his cheeks. All while a cold rage built up, wanting to do battle with just how small he felt. Full of emotion that moved like waves, pushing him to cry. There was no way Calvin was going to give this man the satisfaction of breaking him. “Moriah, Moriah… you are being emotional with everything happening, yeah. I would have a clear head if she wasn’t over reacting.’ He told himself, projecting his own feelings. ‘Just hold it down Cal, hold it down, you are a man. Not some emotional woman. This asshole will get what is coming to him when this is all over.

Holding the phone in one hand, Sidney watched Calvin, or rather Clara stood a few feet from him trembling and shaking their head. “Not bad, we have her ID now and are on the way to the bank to set up an account. Would go faster if she wasn’t walking in a way to turn every man on she sees though.”

Calvin’s eyes darted up from the ground, only to see the smug smirk on Sid’s face as light laughter came from the phone. “That is just how Clara walks Sid, she promised to be good for you. Do try and be nice to her, we each have our part to play.” Sidney nodded like the woman on the other end of the phone could see him.

“Will do boss lady, will do.” With that he hung up the phone and motioned over his shoulder. “Let’s get moving, we have a lot more to do.”

Calvin followed the man back into the car, keeping quiet. Sitting in the car Calvin kept his legs firmly together and crossed his feet at the ankles like he had been taught, his eyes firmly stuck looking at his hands in his lap. ‘She laughed at me, what the fuck Moriah?’