Finding His Place

Jon was a novice when it came to business meetings, but the way the numbers flowed and the charts led to conclusions left him entranced. He was drawn to the raw power and logic of the presentations, and he found himself immersed in the brainstorming session. As the meeting drew to a close, Jon was fully engrossed in the proceedings, and he was loath to see it come to an end.

But once the meeting was over, Jon's mind began to wander to other things. He felt the sticky residue left by the balding man's spill on his stockings and shoes, but he didn't mind it. For him, it was a small price to pay for clarity of mind. Besides, he knew that he could always find new stockings and shoes in Girl World. But losing his mind was a different matter altogether.

The other sharply-dressed businessmen quickly filed out of the room after the presentation, some even leaving with some of the crossdressers. One man even took a sissy on his arm, making Jon shudder in disgust. He glanced across the table and saw two crossdressers sitting together, giggling and gossiping about those in attendance. Jon rolled his eyes and made a quick exit. He didn't want to be associated with their type.

Jon paused outside the conference room and took a moment to check his reflection in the window of a darkened office. His breast forms filled out his flower-printed sundress perfectly, accentuating his generous cleavage. He couldn't help but smile as he admired his shapely legs, encased in hose and elongated by the high heels. He felt powerful, attractive, and confident, more than a little macho.

Feeling a little vain, Jon tore his gaze away from his reflection and wandered aimlessly through the bustling office. The sound of keyboards clacking, phones ringing, and people talking filled the air with a low hum that made him feel alive. There was something invigorating about the energy of the place.

Finally, Jon came to a stop in front of an unoccupied office - and was surprised to see his name on the door. It suddenly felt like he belonged there. He stepped inside, flicked on the lights, and crossed over to the large desk situated in the corner. The view from the window was stunning, and the furnishings were luxurious and expensive.

Jon sank into the plush leather chair behind the desk, relishing the sensation of the supple leather against his skin. He loved how his heels made him feel tall and strong, but sometimes it was nice to sit down and let his feet rest. Without thinking, he opened the desk drawer and pulled out a compact to check his reflection. His lipstick looked good, but he decided it could use a touch-up. Don't want to get chapped, he thought as he pulled out a tube of lipstick from his purse, rubbing it sensuously across his lips.

Just as he finished admiring his reflection, a tall, skinny man in grey slacks entered the room.

"Jon, thank God you're here. We need to talk. There's been a problem with..."