Saleswomanship

Kyle stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror at 6:45 AM. The battle inside his head had been raging for days. The double life was no longer sustainable the repression during the day was cracking. His body, his mind, and especially his tiny locked clitty were demanding more.“Fuck it,” he whispered. “Just… small changes.”

He started subtle.

Instead of his usual baggy button-down, he chose a fitted light pink dress shirt still masculine enough to pass at a glance, but clearly tighter across his enhanced chest. The hormones made it increasingly difficult to hide completely. He left the top two buttons undone, showing just a hint of smooth, soft cleavage. His slacks were replaced with slim black trousers that hugged his thickened, enhanced ass. Underneath it all: the ever-present pink chastity cage and a small plug.

He added the final touches clear lip gloss on his already plump lips and the faintest touch of mascara. Nothing too obvious. Just enough to make him feel like her.

When he walked into the office, heads turned.Rachel’s eyes widened with wicked delight. “Well hello… Miss Nutt,” she purred loud enough for a few coworkers to hear. “Looking very… professional this morning.”

Kyle’s micro-clit throbbed in its cage as he sat at his desk. The tight pants made the plug press firmly against his prostate with every movement. By 10 AM he was already leaking.The real shift happened during the big client meeting at 11.

The regional director from a major account had specifically requested “someone persuasive.” Kyle now introducing himself with a softer, higher voice, walked in carrying himself differently. Hips swaying just a touch. Chest subtly pushed forward.

He pitched the deal with a strange new confidence, crossing his legs femininely and gesturing with delicate hands. Halfway through the presentation, he caught himself twirling a lock of his slightly longer hair. The client, a stern older man, kept staring at Kyle’s chest and glossy lips.“You know,” the client said afterward, shaking Kyle’s hand a little too long, “you have a very… unique sales approach. Soft. Persuasive. I like it. We should discuss this further over drinks sometime.”Kyle’s face burned. His caged clit leaked heavily into his panties as he thanked the man in a breathy voice. Going into lunch, the blending had accelerated.

Rachel dragged him into the supply closet again, but this time she didn’t settle for just sucking his cage.

“Lift your shirt, salesgirl,” she ordered.

Kyle obeyed. Rachel unbuttoned his pink shirt and pulled his fake tits out over the cups of his bralette. She sucked hard on one sensitive pierced nipple while jerking his caged micro-clit through his slim trousers.

“You’re turning into such a pretty little saleswoman,” she whispered between licks. “Soon everyone’s going to call you Kylie at work. Wouldn’t that be perfect? A micro-clit sissy closing deals with her tits out and her ass plugged?”

Kyle whimpered, hips bucking. He came pathetically in his panties a weak, locked sissygasm while Rachel laughed softly and made him thank her.

That afternoon, Kyle crossed another line. During a conference call, he slipped on a pair of subtle hoop earrings. When a female colleague complimented them, he blushed and said, “Thank you… I’ve been trying something new.”

By 4 PM he had quietly changed his email signature from “Kyle Nutt” to “K. Nutt” and updated his profile picture to a softer, more feminine headshot with glossy lips and subtle eye makeup.His boss pulled him aside before he left.“Kyle… you’ve been doing excellent work lately. Very… engaging. Keep doing whatever you’re doing. The clients seem to respond to this new energy.”

Kyle drove home with a raging mix of shame and arousal. His tiny clitty was dripping constantly. The moment he got inside his house, he stripped down to just the pink cage and plug, then put on the pink floral sundress over his work lingerie.He stood in front of the mirror, half Kyle, half Kylie.“Look at you,” he whispered to his reflection, voice soft and feminine.

“You’re becoming the saleswoman. A pretty, micro-clitted girl who closes deals with her body and her desperation.”

He hiked up the sundress, bent over, and fucked himself with a thick dildo while replaying the day the way men had stared at his chest, the way Rachel had used him, the way his boss had praised his “new energy.”

He came hard, moaning loudly as his soft clitty dribbled onto the floor. Later that night, as Kylie, he sent Dr. Voss a message with a photo of himself still partially in work clothes but wearing the sundress and full makeup:“I couldn’t stop. I’m becoming her during the day too. I’m turning into a saleswoman.”

Dr. Voss replied instantly: “Good girl. Tomorrow I want you in heels at the office. We’re going to accelerate this. Soon the whole company will know exactly what kind of saleswoman you really are.”Kyle, or rather, the rapidly emerging Kylie moaned softly and began picking out tomorrow’s outfit: a tighter blouse, shorter skirt disguised as “professional,” and just enough makeup to make sure no one could ignore the pretty girl slowly replacing the boring man.

The blending had begun. And it felt far too good to stop.