Meeting Zoey

Moments later and your newest applicant steps in through the door. Looking her up and down, you take in her appearance as she walks towards your desk. Her hair has been dyed blonde since the photo you were sent of her. Her make-up has been done well, accentuating her feminine features. As for her outfit, she's wearing nothing but a beige trench coat which goes down to her mid-thigh. Looking further down you notice she's got on a pair of white lace stockings and matching heels.

"Good morning, Ms Parker I presume." You say as she approaches your desk.

"That's right, pleased to meet you." She says politely, reaching across the table to shake your hand along with your male HR workers.

She remains oblivious to Sofia's presence in the room thanks to the cover your desk provides her.

"Please, take a seat so we can begin." You say, motioning to the solitary chair on the opposite side of your desk.

"Thank you." She responds, taking a seat.

Her voice sounds similar to that of trans women you've heard in the past. Not quite the same as other women but certainly feminine enough. A hint of what once was.

"Well Ms Parker, it's a pleasure to meet you. We've had a look at your resume and you certainly seem like you'd be a good fit for this role. Am I to understand that you heard about us through some of our... 'online material'?" You ask.

"That's correct." She responds, her cheeks blushing slightly from the embarrassment of knowing everyone in this room knows she applied for this job after masturbating to your training materials.

"Then am I to assume you're aware of the nature of this role?" You ask.

"I am." She replies, nodding.

"And you believe this would be something you would be interested in?" You ask.

"Yes... that's correct." She replies, seeming somewhat anxious and embarrassed at this admission.

"Now I understand that you're transgender and have had surgeries to alter your appearance in the... face and chest areas. But we don't have any mention of bottom surgery here." You mention.

"That's right, I um... haven't had that and didn't really plan on it. I hope that won't be a problem." She replies, seeming a little flustered at this invasive line of questioning.

"No, that's completely fine. I just hope that you'll be able to... keep up with things. You know, with one less hole and everything." You say bluntly.

"I think I'll be able to handle it. I'm quite flexible." Zoey responds with a chuckle, somewhat flirtatiously.

"Do you mind if we put that to the test?" You ask, pushing a little further.