Scene 15

Standing on the sidewalk outside of his office building Jackson looked out over the sky that was threatened to rain at any moment. On the Uber ride back to the office he had read over the forms the nurse had given him more than once. His mind reeled at the idea that estrogen, female hormones were now inside of him. The doctor was trying to turn his insides into a girl, just like Mega Corp, his sister and Linc had conspired to do on the outside. One of the pills he had taken without question was to stop his male hormones, stop the thing that made him who he was. He had whimpered to himself feeling low at the idea that he was practically a girl and would be if he let it all continue. Yet the paperwork told him exactly what could happen if he didn’t continue down this path. Not taking the testosterone blocker, the Aldactone according to the paperwork, he would be gambling with his life, the possible side effects of system shock or a blood clot.

He had swallowed hard, rereading the word blood clot half a dozen times as he thought of his Aunt, his father’s sister who died of a blood clot after a routine surgery for her back. She had died in her sleep and he couldn’t imagine what that would do to his sister if she found him that way. ‘Would Maddy start acting similar to how their dad acted after their mom left? Would dad get worse with his son…even how I am, dying from something preventable? The last part of the Uber ride had been spent looking out the window at the dark clouded sky that seemed to reflect his mood, wondering what he should do, what he could even do. Now standing outside his work Jackson hadn’t made a decision about anything, the sky hadn’t changed, the only thing that did was how he felt about it all. His red plump lips had crept up into a smile, before the medication Jackson had taken dulled the world, while the mixture in him now caused a similar effect to cloud his mind, it also seemed to release dopamine along with serotonin, leaving him feeling happy.

Jackson blinked a few times as a clap of thunder echoed across the sky followed by the sound of rain hitting the pavement. Scurrying quickly inside the building he gave a small wave with his fingers over to the reception desk and his friend before going through the turnstile. Inside the elevator he shifted his shoulders slightly from side to side as he hummed along with the soft music. Things had felt so dreadful, like the world was collapsing around him, part of Jackson knew nothing had changed, yet nothing felt nearly as bad now. His clouded mind had trouble putting a finger on anything specific, something was off he knew, but overall the day felt rather good.

Stepping off the elevator Jackson put one heeled foot in front of the other, swinging his hips as he continued the hum the lyricless song that had been playing he made his way closer to his desk, looking to the world like a happy woman having one of her best days. “Hmmm hmmmm, mmmm mmmm mmmm, hmmm!”

“Jacqueline! Jacqueline. Hey!” A familiar deep voice called out, causing Jackson to stop in his tracks. Turning slightly to the side Jackson cocked his head to the side, the grin on his face not faltering for a second as he saw Abraham moving up to him quickly.

“Abe!” Jackson said with a light lilt in his voice. It was only after saying his name that the memory of the kiss in his cubicle wiggled its way to the front of his mind past the fog clouding most of his thoughts, a phantom feeling brightly touched his lips and the memory of warmth from being pressed against the mans toned body a contrast to the cold air conditioned air in the building. ‘He had kissed me!’

“Hey, yeah. I just wanted to talk to you, about earlier, and apologize for…” When Abe had gotten to the word earlier the memory that had just bubbled to the surface reasserted itself, bringing a light blush to his cheeks from the embarrassment of not only being kissed by another man, but also how he was talking about it so openly in the main area of their floor. ‘Having Linc was supposed to stop all this, does he know Linc and I are dating? Did I tell him? I think I did, but then he wouldn't have… right?’ Jackson had lost what the taller man was saying, not having the concentration to focus on more than one thing at a time.

“Umm, Abe. You know I have a boyfriend right? I’m dating Lincoln Hatch, so we can only be friends.”

Just hearing the other man’s name put a sour taste in Abraham’s mouth. He liked Jacqueline, if the girl hadn’t given him a blow job in public he would have still been able to tell she liked him back by the mere fact she was coyly smiling at him even as she tried to let him down. Sure she had a boyfriend, but clearly liked to be pursued. He guessed that was one reason she was drawn to a controlling dick like this Lincoln Hatch, the man’s controlling nature probably made her feel like she was getting attention. He just needed to show her what the right kind of attention felt like. He was about to reply when something else struck him, Abraham looked off to his left and this right, shifting just his eyes. Realization had struck him how he had approached her way too publicly about this.

“Friends.” Abraham smiled, nodding his head. “Friends that get a few drinks together and enjoy a movie together like we did the other night?”

‘That was easier than I hoped. Linc will eat his words when I tell him how down to earth Abe is. Not an arrogant dick like he thinks most of the sales team is. How would he even know?’ Jackson’s lips parted slightly showing off his white teeth as his smile increased in volume. “Yeah, like that. I owe you a drink but maybe a little less for me next time. I can hardly remember the movie at all.”

“Great, so we are still on for dinner? I was thinking about tomorrow night.”

Jackson felt his stomach growl at the thought of a home cooked German meal and the last time he had some gravy covered spaetzle, it reminded him that with the two doctors he had seen he had neglected to get any lunch and the only thing he had waiting for him here was a diet shake. “If I could take you up on that right now I really would.”

Opening his mouth to reply Abraham stopped himself, closing it for a few heartbeats before trying again. He had invited her to dinner and she had replied about wanting to go back to his place right then. “Honestly, I would if I could, but this afternoon I have an important call. One of the other guys on my team has dropped the ball on a client. It is one thing to make promises that are a little out of scope, it is another to not follow up with operations to make sure it gets done and I have a feeling that call will escalate into me treating them to a nice dinner to not lose them or at least keep their money coming in like normal. Would you…” Abraham paused just briefly. People had told him that he could sell girl scout cookies back to the girl scouts at a profit if he wanted, yet his confidence always tended to waver when he had a personal interest involved, that fear of failure and rejection always creeping in. “It is a long shot, but would you like to come along? You could meet one of our clients, not our biggest cash cow, but nowhere near the bottom of the list either.”

The idea of going out somewhere nice on Mega Corps dime was more than a little appealing to Jackson, doubly so with the idea of making a connection to a group that had deep pockets. It would allow him to poach the client from whomever it was on Abe’s team that was screwing up, yet he had something he was planning on doing that evening, Jackson just couldn’t remember it at the second other than it being important. “I would love to! Really! I just have something important to do tonight.”

“Let me guess, you have to wash your hair?” Abraham joked.

Reaching up to his shorter, blonder hair Jackson ran one hand’s long nails through the lob haircut. “I do actually, but that isn’t why.”

“I’m joking, I’m joking. I can wait to see you till tomorrow night, lucky for me neither of us has to with us working on the same floor and all.” Abraham said with a light chuckle.

“I’m serious, I would like to meet them. In a few months I was thinking about moving over to the sales team and I would love to pouch the client. Think you could give me a few tips tomorrow?” Jackson asked thinking only of the future he wanted and not how he would transition from Jacqueline back to Jackson to take up a position on the team.

One of Abraham’s eyebrows went up, the smile on his face growing deeper, neither considering how flirty it looked for the two of them to be standing out in the open, so close together smirking as they bantered. “Do you mean that? You would like to come work under me?”

“Maybe at the start, but in time I’m betting I would be on top.” Jackson said imagining himself not just taking over the lead sales position, but getting a corner office. The larger man was ready to tell the beauty in front of him that he didn’t mind a woman on top, when his cell phone started to buzz in his pocket.

A frown crossed the man’s face as he looked down at the caller ID. “Sorry, have to get back to the grind. I will see you around!”

Jackson nodded, turning on the ball of one his heeled feet and made his way in the direction of his desk once more, feeling like he was walking on a cloud after Abe had agreed to not only cook some of his favorite food, but to also set him up to hit the floor running when he managed to get out of working under Dunn. If he played his cards right he could make up for all his lost time spent being an intern and slumming it as a secretary. ‘Oh! Makeup. I need to check mine!’ He thought as he sat down at his small desk, almost putting away his purse before he checked his appearance.

A few hours passed, Jackson sitting at his desk happily with one nylon leg crossed over the other. The top leg bouncing allowed him to enjoy the feeling of his pantyhose covered legs rubbing against one another as his mind faded in and out, at times thinking about nothing at all. One of the times that his mind came out of the happy haze he noticed an email that came through to him and to the human resources department from his doctors office. Jackson read it and reread it a few times, having trouble focusing on the task with the beeping coming from the headset attached to his phone constantly going off. He wished it would just stop so he could focus on what he was doing.

The gist of the email he was able to gather was that the doctor's office wanted to schedule a follow up for bloodwork and another hormone shot since he had left without doing so. It also talked about how they had cleared the prior authorization for breast enhancement surgery after what he had indicated in both his appointments. Opening his desk drawer Jackson fished out some of the paperwork that he had been given at the doctors office, running one of his long nails along a line of words to keep his place. ‘I can’t stop taking the anti.. Anti male pill till I’m off the estrogen.’ A small shudder ran through Jackson’s body, but still the smile remained on his face, it wasn’t all bad, there was light at the end of the tunnel. ‘I don’t take the shot and then I can stop the pills and boom no blood clot.’ He hit reply on the email.

It took him a while to type out his response with the almost constant interruptions from the headset beeping, not giving him more than a minute of peace before it would make the sounds again. “Thank you for getting back to me, but I do not believe the shots are right for me. You gave me a lot of information and I would like to pick an option that is both healthy and avoids injections.” Jackson felt proud of himself. It was short and towed a line that he thought would not make someone think about his real intentions to just skip all the hormone girl stuff till he could get free from the ordeal.

“Care to explain why you have not been answering your phone?” The deep baritone voice pulled Jackson’s attention away from his computer screen.

“Mr. Dunn!?” Jackson blink at him a few times before looking in the direction of his phone seeing it said he had several missed calls. Suddenly the noise coming from the attached headphones made much more sense. To Alexander his secretary seemed both startled and happy to him, like she had forgotten he was around and that she was pleased to find him standing behind her. “I ahh umm sorry I forgot, I mean…” Jackon’s mind worked slowly trying to come up with an excuse why he never even considered answering the phone or how he never considered the noise being a phone ringing at all.

Alexander squinted his eyes, not at his secretary, but what was on her screen. He put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to try and get her to stop babbling. “You were gone for a while this morning, but seeing that.” He motioned with his free hand towards the computer monitor. “I can see why you are in such a good mood. Happy to get something real up top, right?”

“Yeah. I just…” Jackson felt the weight of the older man’s hand on his shoulder, touching him in just the right spot to remind him of the bra strap pulling down to hold up the weight of the breast forms glued to his flesh. Looking from his boss back to his desk Jackson touched the headset lightly with just his fingers losing track of what he was about to say. ‘Note to self don’t take pills on an empty stomach.’

“You just?” Alexander asked, noticing his admin being more flighty than normal.

“Yeah… Oh, umm.” Jackson narrowed his eyes for a second trying to move his mind into a higher gear or any gear. “I was writing an email and…” Jackson trailed off, almost telling his boss how he was trying to get out of the next appointment.

“And you got a bit stuck? I get it, a lot of big changes, but all to help you become who you want to be.”

‘Soon as you are gone I will get just that!’ Jackson took a deep breath happily, giving the man standing over him a show as he sat there with his legs crossed, back straight thanks to the corset and chest heaving with the breath.

“I will gladly help, why don’t you go get me a cup of coffee and then meet me in my office, we have to talk about some things happening around here.” Jackson’s smile widened, happy to get away from the man towering over him and his roaming pale blue eyes.

“Coffee! Got it!”

Alexander watched the transgender girl sexily walk away from him. ‘Does she always walk like that or is she putting an extra wiggle in for me?’ He asked himself before sitting down at her desk to finish the email for her. He had a secretary once that typed less than thirty words a minute, but she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Being saddled with Jacqueline was starting to feel like he was only getting half of what he got from her. Looking over the screen in front of him he caught one last glance at his admin’s rear before she turned a corner. He knew she was really a he, but was trying to transition to be a she. The whole transgender thing confused him, but he knew one thing for sure. His instincts told him to treat his current secretary much like his old one, and that she would welcome it considering the rumors around the office about her.

Looking back to her screen he added human resources onto the reply and blind copied himself before cleaning up her language and adding more. “Thank you for getting back to me so quickly, it means the world to me that you are helping me with my transition. The problem I run into is I’m afraid of needles and was hoping for another option.” He paused for a second looking down at the pamphlet on her desk. His wife was terrified of needles, just getting her to get a flu shot was like a trial, so he could imagine how difficult it would be for Jacqueline, she at least had that in common with most girls, afraid of pain. Glancing at one of the glossy pieces of paper he saw something that could help, so he went back to the email. “In the paperwork you gave me it says there is an option for an implanted estrogen pellet. I would like to use that option when I come in for breast implant surgery. I’m hoping we can do it as soon as possible so I can have my very own double D’s that I have always wanted! With Love - Jacqueline Hart.”

Smirking to himself at what he wrote he stared at it for half a second before hitting send. She had already taken some big steps, but considering she was his responsibility he wanted to see the fruits of his efforts, even if they were **** by human resources to keep Hart. A large pair of tits was what she really wanted and something he very much wanted to see.

While Dunn wrote an email in Jackson’s name he was off in the break room making a pot of coffee, the keurig stand with cups being currently empty of options other than tea. Leaning against the counter Jackon tapped his nails on it, one finger at a time. Catching a glance at himself on the reflective surface of the toaster. His initial thought was how horrible his life was, how he shouldn’t have to wear a bra, he shouldn’t have to be trotting around in heels high enough to break an ankle in, but with the dopamine and serotonin floating around in his brain and being kept their from the **** interactions the dark thoughts had difficulty finding purchase. Changing to more upbeat ones, like if he had to look like a girl, at least he was pretty and how funny it would be to kiss Linc on the lips, run his long nailed fingers down his chest to touch his crotch and then tell him how gay he was for getting hard. Standing there in the room by himself Jackson couldn’t hold in a laugh at teasing his friend like he used to. ‘Things aren’t that bad, all this is temporary, soon I will have the job I want, and a financial windfall. I have pranked both Linc and Maddy so many times, this was just my turn to take some lumps and there is nothing stopping me from using this to my advantage.’ Thoughts of what he could get away with turned to Abe and how the man would only see him as a rival if it wasn’t for the girl act.

Jackson paid no attention to the world around him as the coffee machine percolated behind him, lost in thought about how he would turn wearing a woman’s thong and heels into a better and secure future for himself.