I Think Not

I'm wearing one of my usual long sleeve shirts tucked into my regular not pleated khaki slacks and a tie. I have to admit, "I'm a little self conscious about my current "condition." A walking circus freak show of sorts. A man with a pussy in feminine panties under my man clothes. My panties are hugging my groin like never before but I don't think my slacks are riding high enough to expose a camel toe although there's nothing to prevent such...

"Oh, stop it, Dan!" I tell myself as I enter the building and head to my department exchanging "good morning" greetings with familiar faces along the way.

Upon reaching my desk, I'm greeted by Janelle, with whom I share a cubicle. Janelle has a physique that I would describe as "misproportionate." Not to be confused with "Miss Proportionate." She's about 5' 5". Has a pretty face and is pretty slender above the waist with probably B size tits but hips that just seem to be way too wide combining into a giant butt on fairly short legs. Not really my type.

She compensates with boisterous humor and is a pleasure to be around. "Good morning, Danielle." She's always called me that but today, it caused my face to flush a bit. "Good morning!" I offered my usual reply because today is not unusual. The lie I will try to perpetuate for the rest of the month. Sometimes I wonder if Janelle somehow knows that I have been wearing panties to work every day that I have worked here and thus she calls me by a female version of my name.

Today I have a headache because I skipped my usual coffee in hopes of reducing potentially revealing bathroom visits. The price I am paying to try and keep this secret.

As I move about the office in the performance of my regular duties, it seems that a lot of eyes are on me that I just never noticed before. It's probably nothing. Perhaps just a bout of my own self consciousness.