Chapter 49 – Week before the procedure

After having a fun Memorial Day weekend, including an office picnic, an easy breezy day with Grace, and even a quick date with Trixie, I can’t stop thinking about my procedure while at work. The procedure is seven days away, meaning next week I’ll just have to work Monday and then have until the following Tuesday off. Even though they say there won’t be any noticeable external change after the swelling goes down, I still find myself checking my face in the mirror more often. If nothing else, I wonder how bad the swelling will be.

I’ve already started a checklist of tasks so that the office will carry on smoothly without me for a week. It’s true that the work isn’t nearly as intense now that Mal has found the way into the McGregor contract, but he still has to hammer out all the details and that means important phone calls, important emails, and important meetings both in and out of the office. I need to make sure everything is where it should be and that there’s clear instructions left for the temp executive assistant while I’m out. I really have no desire to clean up a mess when I get back and don’t want to hear days of Mal complaining about my replacement.

It doesn’t go over my head just how good I’ve become at this job. I’m able to juggle composing an email, printing out copies of the new acquisition target book for the team, answering the phone, all while still working on my own job of readying my desk for someone else. When the phone rings and I see it’s the Human Resources department I almost answer it in a cheeky way to tease Trixie. At that last moment though I remember that Trixie was out for the afternoon on a personal day, so I answer in my normal manner.

“Good Morning, this is Miss Beaufort, secretary to Mr. Malachi Orpheus, Director of Mergers and Acquisitions at K Edison Global. How may I help you today?”

“Miss Beaufort, this is Mr. Stirling in Human Resources. I have Sculpted Dream on a conference call and need to discuss a matter with Mr. Orpheus. Could you connect us please?” Mr. Stirling sounds so calm and every day, but I still straighten up in my seat as the connection is obvious. Sculpted Dream, my surgical center, talking to HR about something that he needs to discuss with my boss. They’re calling to confirm approval for my time off request!

“Yes sir, I see that Mr. Orpheus is available. I’ll connect you right away!” With practiced ease, even with these ridiculously long nails, I place Mr. Stirling on hold and get Mal on the intercom.

“Mr. Orpheus? I have Mr. Stirling on the line. He’s conferencing with Sculpted Dream and needs to discuss something with you. May I connect him?”

Once Mal agrees, I connect the two calls together. And for a moment I sit there just staring at the two blinking lights on the phone knowing full well what they’re discussing. When the call isn’t done within thirty seconds, I know there’s a discussion going on, meaning Mal must be offering up some resistance. My brow furrows as I can equally imagine him being fine with letting me off for a few extra days as easily as I can imagine him being a complete pain and refusing it outright, stating he needs me here. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past him to keep me here strictly for his hand jobs!

Though I’ve never seen any need to sneak onto a call before, Trixie showed me the trick of picking up Mal’s line without anybody hearing that I’ve done so. After I press and hold the mute buttons, I tap the two lines together, adding myself to the call in a purely listening role.

I don’t immediately recognize the voice of who’s speaking but it’s clear they’re from Sculpted Dream, “…and I assure you she’s signed all the paperwork agreeing to it. While it’s not the standard recovery, we do highly recommend the full…”

I hang up the handset, silently disconnecting from the call, understanding what they’re discussing. Standing up I don’t let my anger dissipate as I’m sure I’ll wilt somewhat in front of Mal, but I want to impress upon him how important this is to me. Without knocking I open Mal’s door and walk in. I see he’s leaning back in his comfortable chair, with a look of almost concern, like he’s earnestly searching for a reason to screw me over. As soon as he cups his hand over the mouthpiece and pulls it away from his mouth, Mal’s sign that he’s going to tell me to get out, I beat him to the punch and start talking in as stern a voice as I can muster, “Mal, I know what you all are talking about and you’re going to approve the time off. I’ve discussed this with both the surgeon and the head partner of their firm, and they both highly recommend that time frame. Even their on-team gender therapist recommended it. This shouldn’t involve you at all as it’s a medical decision, one that I’ve already agreed to and one that they’ve gone over explicitly with me. I even had to sign for it. Please, don’t screw this up and don’t be… bah, don’t be YOU and stand in the way. Just approve it.”

I find that I’m standing up straight and have my hands on either side of my waist in an almost caricature of an upset woman. I don’t dare move though and simply try my best to hold a stern look on my face. Mal, for his part, seems surprised. I imagine he didn’t expect me to come in and stand up for myself like this.

While keeping his eyes on mine Mal takes his hand off the mouthpiece and says, with a big smile coming over his lips, “That’ll be fine. You have my approval. Stirling? Make it right with the insurance side. If there’s any pushback, I’ll care for it on my end.”

He pauses for a moment and even flashes a wink at me before finishing, “That’s right. The full recommended recovery time as well. I’ll have my HR department fax in the approvals to both you and the insurance company. Good, good.”

After casually hanging up Mal leans back and continues to disarmingly smile at me, “Paris, you continue to find ways to surprise me. I’m proud of you. Keep it up! Now, get me the Marketing briefing and the latest sales numbers before my call with Mr. Zeller.”

I can’t help but return Mal’s smile for a moment before turning and leaving his office, closing the door behind me. I’m surprised at how well that worked. Though as I think about it, Mal does admit to preferring his staff be upfront and direct with him. He must not have thought I could be that way myself. It probably helps that any time I was trying to be direct with him it was over a sexual issue, and he overturned my complaint with a growl at best or a firm hand to my rear at worst.

But all’s well that ends well, and I have the time off!

When I get home and have dinner ready, I sit at the table and wait patiently for Grace to arrive. She promised she wouldn’t be too late today and I have to hope she’s right as the stroganoff will go from creamy and tasty to gluey and gross pretty quickly. When Grace strides in I immediately see that she’s had a bad day and move quickly to change that. After getting the food on the table and taking off my apron, I let her sit and then pull her feet up onto my lap where I can start to rub them and make small talk.

Grace isn’t one to complain about herself so unless she brings up her day in a need to blow off steam, I leave the topic alone and instead talk about my day. I of course go over every feminine detail that I can as that just pleases Grace all the more, knowing that I put effort into looking pretty. Whether I’m making myself lovely for her or for Mal is irrelevant as she simply likes hearing how feminine and girly it is. While I was finding out how to talk to Grace in this way, to be her ‘perfect little housewife’ I thought she wanted to hear me talk about being feminine because it was a struggle. Because it was, at least partially, humiliating and crushing to what little masculinity I still clung to. But as I got more comfortable in this role and began enjoying focusing on pleasing Grace and leaving any thoughts of my own pleasure for her to grant, I realized that she wasn’t seeking my humiliation at all. She just didn’t consider it. Instead, she wanted a girly, feminine, subby, practically vapid girlfriend. I looked and sounded the part all the time and with Suzy’s guidance now acted like it too.

With Grace’s default position to push me into that feminine submissive role, and the fact that I enjoyed it, that I used it as an escape from the more direct humiliation and embarrassments from the office, made it a self-fulfilling prophecy. She wanted me more feminine and I wanted her happy, so I presented as more feminine. The more feminine I presented, the more she wanted, and the more she wanted, the more I gave. It’s to the point that the only barrier to fulfilling her wildest fantasies was my body. I looked great in my clothes and could fool anybody into thinking I was this curvy sexy seductress. But it was difficult to keep that masquerade going when I took the dress off. I had to either keep my curves with the faja shouting out the fakeness of my body or remove it and show the mismatch of glued on breast forms, smooth sensitive freshly shaved skin, and no natural curves.

After I’d given both of Grace’s feet a thorough rub down, loving the soft feel of her stockings in my hands, and she’d finished off her meal, Grace pulled her feet back to the floor and leaned forward toward me. Seeing that happier, dommy look in her eyes I relented to her unspoken desires and pulled my arms behind me, gripping each of my forearms. With our hard back dining room chairs this made me lean forward as well, which was perfect as Grace picked up a long gravy covered noddle and held it up for my enjoyment. As she finger fed me my portion of dinner Grace discussed her day.

Most of Grace’s day was only mildly frustrating but it ended with the cherry on top of finding out she had to travel for work again. All of next week she’d be gone with a group of other managers, this time down to Miami. Even before I got to worrying about who was going to help me with my procedure, Grace talked about calling Trixie and seeing if she could lend a hand. Trixie was of course happy to help out and would go so far as to come and stay the night beforehand to help me remove all my feminine glue on pieces and drive me to Sculpted Dreams office in the morning. She’d even stay as long as I needed for my recovery.

My smile and feeling of contentment were genuine as Grace truly was the domme in my home life. She was taking care of my needs even before I knew they existed, leaving me the time to focus on her instead of me. I even blush happily as Grace jokes that maybe they’ll screw up and give me the nose job while I’m under, letting me have an even more slender bridge to my already pert nose.

Once Grace has finished feeding me, she moves on to get changed while I clean up the table and dishes. When everything is clean and fresh I follow Grace into her bedroom and see that she’s already laid out in bed with one of my bra and panty sets laying next to her feet. Wordlessly I give Grace a striptease show, moving with sultry grace even in taking off my faja. Once I’ve slipped into my new lacy push-up bra and matching thong, I slide into bed and in between Grace’s waiting open thighs.

While the prosthetic is still frustrating and I’m still impatient to get it off, times like this make me happy to have it. Grace hated seeing my penis, but with the prosthetic in place she didn’t have to pretend I was feminine enough for her. With it on, I AM feminine enough. I may still not get pleasured by Grace but I do get to feel her hands on me more, feel her hair glide over my skin as she kisses my neck and chest and belly, and even feel her hair over my thighs as she kisses at my prosthetic and calls me ‘her girl’.

The week both seems to speed by like a train and drag on like a snail. I keep plenty busy at the office with getting my desk ready for someone else to handle it. I feel like I may be going overboard as I’ve prepped so much that someone could handle Mal’s office for a month or so, but it gives me peace of mind that nothing can come up in my week’s absence that will throw the temp for a loop. My sex life continues on with Mal’s hand jobs, Grace’s evening sexcapades, date night with Mal and him fingering another screaming orgasm out of my ass, and even Trixie taking me out to a burlesque show and then both of us practicing the dance moves for each other in bed.

The weekend is fun, as Grace insists I stay naked as much as possible while we pack her up and get her ready for her trip. When Monday rolls around I escort her to O’Hare and see that she meets up with Darnell and the other managers. I’m not sure if she planned for it to be a group effort or not, but once Grace gives me a more than intimate kiss goodbye, every single one of the managers insists on repeating it. When I get back to the office, I have to stop by the ladies room to fix my makeup as being kissed like that by two women and four men just killed my lipstick.

I’m not exactly sure who spilled the beans, though I wouldn’t put it above Grace to give me an extra spicy last day before my procedure, but it got out at the office that I was ‘kissing everyone goodbye’ that day. I had to fix my lipstick at least a half dozen times as nearly every man, and more than a few women, in the office made sure to corner me and get their own goodbye kiss. Mal of course couldn’t be out done so his kiss lasted the longest, lasting the entire time I was giving him his hand job.

By the time Trixie stopped by my desk to pick me up, I felt like the blush was going to permanently burn into my cheeks.