Kelli Fills In

Kelli couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as he took in his new appearance. The silky fabric of the pink panties and bra hugged his body, the cool touch of the dark tights sending shivers up his legs. As he slid on the short pinstriped skirt, he couldn't help but marvel at how it hugged his hairless body in just the right way. As he pulled the pink satin blouse on and began to button it up, Kelli's skin tingled with anticipation. The way the smooth material caressed his arms, the feeling of the cool air against his exposed chest. Kelli could tell that this outfit would take him to the next level, really prepare him to meet the women of Girl World.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his new bra, feeling more masculine, more handsome, even more professional than he ever had before. This power suit the woman had chosen would set him apart, show that he meant business. Kelli was no beach bum, no lazy-about. No, any woman who was lucky to end up with him would know she had landed a man with drive, a man ready to take on the world.

Kelli stepped into the matching high heels, feeling the slight discomfort of the unfamiliar height as he stood up straight, looking at himself in the full-length mirror. The heels were just what he needed, making him feel more confident and attractive than ever before. After all, women liked tall men, right?

"It's perfect," he said, truly grateful to his hostess, "Thank-you."

"You're entirely welcome, You look quite beautiful. Some of the other girls will be jealous," she replied, "Now, if you'll follow me, please."

Kelli blushed at the woman's compliment. It did his ego good to have a woman as gorgeous as she flirt with him.

She led him through the door, leaving the closet, taking him into another area of Girl World. He was completely caught off guard when he entered the room. Instead of the tranquil and relaxing spa environment he had just left, the room was bustling with activity. Rows of desks filled the space, each occupied by a stunningly beautiful woman dressed similarly to him. The women were busy answering phone calls, typing away at their computers, and glancing at Kelli approvingly as he walked past them, giving Kelli a tingle of excitement beneath his skirt.

The woman who had dressed him sauntered ahead, swaying her hips in a seductive manner, indicating that he should follow closely behind. Kelli struggled to keep up, still unaccustomed to his new high-heeled shoes (probably needed to be broken in), but he was determined to maintain his composure. Attempting to match the movement of her hips helped somewhat, and so Kelli adjusted his gait to match that of the woman's.

At the end of the room, next to a large wooden door, was an empty chair behind a large oak desk.

"Have a seat, Kelli," the woman said, indicating the chair, "We're going to continue your Girl World experience soon, but there are a few things that must be seen to first. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not!" Kelli blurted. He couldn't wait to continue his sexual adventures in Girl World, but he trusted the woman. If she said he had to wait, wait he would. A few minutes wouldn't hurt. Besides, while his new clothes seemed to dampen the distracting feeling of his now overly sensitive skin, he was still far too stimulated from just the walk to the desk. He needed to sit and collect himself before he had an accident in his new panties.

"I'll be right back," the woman said. She turned and walked back through the room and exited through the door she and Kelli had entered by. Crossing his legs at the knee, Kelli sat back in the leather chair and let the busy sound of the room wash over him. Soon enough his reverie was interrupted as the phone on his desk began to ring. Realizing that everybody was ignoring the ringing, he reached over to grab it. After all, everybody had been so generous with him at Girl World, maybe it was time that he helped out a bit.

The spirit was excited in the progress that Kelli was making. Its new victim hadn't once questioned the obviously feminine clothes, even taking on a decidedly feminine manner of sitting. Trusting that it could let Kelli run on autopilot for a while, it turned its attention back to the real world, to see if Jon was ready for more adjustments

"Kelli!" The commanding voice jolted Kelli from his daydream about soaking in the sun with a team of Swedish volleyball players. His eyes flickered to the phone in his hand as he finished taking a message for someone named "Mr. Cockshure."

"Yes, sir!" Kelli replied, jumping up from his chair reflexively.

"Get your little tush in here!"

Kelli was uncertain whether he liked having his 'tush' being referred to like that, but he opened the big doors and walked into the opulent office. Behind an rich mahogany desk sat an overweight, sweaty man in an expensive suit. A lit cigar sat in a tray before him. The man's eyes stared at Kelli in a hungry, predatory fashion.

"Did you get any messages for me?" the man grunted, squinting at Kelli.

Kelli glanced at the nameplate on the desk. "Allan Cockshure," it read.

"Yes, sir! I have it right here," Kelli said enthusiastically, holding up the message slip in his hand. He hoped that showing how helpful he'd been would turn the tone of the conversation.

"Well, don't just stand there!" Mr. Cockshure barked, pushing himself away from his desk and patting his lap. "Bring it over here and give it to me."

Kelli's heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't entirely sure what was going to be expected of him. He had thought he was on vacation, not at work. But, since he was still waiting for his hostess to return, he nervously looked across the room to Mr. Cockshure's lap. He wanted to help, but was Mr. Cockshure asking too much of him?