Job Complications

"Hey, Brad? This is Erin. About that administrative assistant position...."

"Ah, I was worried your ankle was giving trouble."

"No, the ankle is okay. I just... well..." Aaron was already having second doubts. Applying for a new job... like this?

"The job right? Well I think you'd be a fantastic fit. Are you interested?"

Aaron looked around, he caught the gaze of his daughter, who returned with a "What are you waiting for? Do it!" look. He looked down at the white flowered dress. If he wanted to get out of this, he'd have to buy proper manly clothes, and for that, he'd need money.

Just a short period of time.

"Yes, I'd like to accept your job offer."

"Fantastic!" genuine delight came across in Brad's voice. "We can start you on Monday. Any questions?"

"Well... now that you mention it... could you pay my first paycheck in advance?"

"Oh sure, I'll make sure it's in your bank account before you know it!"

"Bank account?" A slight hint of tension in Aaron's voice.

"Yeah, you can fill in your bank account details when I send you the forms."

"Forms?"

"Just standard forms: Name, address, SSN, usual stuff."

"SSN?" More tension.

"Do you want me to email the forms? You can fill them out digitally these days. What's your email address?"

"Email address? Umm....." Aaron looked around desperately, his daughter just shrugged. "Ummm, let me get back to you," and lowered the phone, hanging up when Brad's faint goodbye ended.

Aaron collapsed on the couch yet again, practically dropping the phone on the floor. Banks, forms, documents, employment history... why didn't he think this through beforehand? Of course he couldn't just show up and get paid. Groaning, he laid back fully on the couch. His wavy hair cascaded over the edge of the couch while his stockinged legs rested against the couches surface. He sighed through his lispstick lips and rested a hand against his cinched waist which the dress clung to.

"Mom?" Aaron turned his head to his daughter, shifting his wavy hair. "Are you okay?" She genuinely looked concerned.

Aaron shook his head best as he could on the couch. "You heard what I said, there's no way I can get all that sorted." _And just as well _thought Aaron. It was ridiculous. He could put on a dress and fool a few people, but getting actually legally employed? That was a whole other thing.

"Well, it's not that bad... I mean, I could get you a new email address..."

"Go for it!" Aaron practically laughed. As if an email address would be enough. Sarah padded away, and Aaron was happy to just rest on the couch. Turning so his ample chest didn't get in the way, and trying to avoid getting any makeup on the pillows.

It had been a tiring day and it wasn't even that late. Two changes into feminine clothes, an injury, dealing with the advances of two men, fighting against an old lady determined to turn him into an idol of a different decade, trying to defraud a police officer to his face, having all his clothes thrown away, having a potential revenue source gained and lost in an instant... Aaron's head swum. The underwear, brestforms, the girdle, dress, hair and even the lipstick he could taste all told him that he wasn't out of this by a long shot. But maybe this block in getting this job was a sign that something would finally stop him from going much deeper into this.

With this semi-comforting thought in his head, Aaron closed his mascaraed eyes, and drifted off.