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Jackson felt nervous, like he was ready to jump out of his own skin and run away as he walked inside the Mega Corp office, not that he could run in the heels his sister made him wear. With every movement he could feel the tug of the black balconette bra and the lace thong panties currently wedged between his ass cheeks. His sister saying “A girl, and especially you likes to feel sexy and the easiest way to do that is with a good foundation.” He didn’t want to try and feel sexy, he just wanted this day to be over with.

The underwear wasn’t just it though, his waist had been crushed into more than one corset over the weekend and he was pretty sure she had tightened this one much more than yesterday. He also had to contend with the pull of the garters that were attached to his dark stockings with every move of his legs or his hips. The stockings with the dark lace welts at the top that went down across his smooth legs before disappearing into the red four inch heeled shoes with the little bow at the front would be sexy, if they were actually girls legs and not his own.

His sister had really gone all out, buying him his own sleeveless navy blue dress that stopped way higher than his knee, making him feel exposed, the stockings doing nothing to alleviate that feeling. Around his waist was a thin red belt with a fake gold buckle, and thankfully he was able to talk her out of getting his ears pierced otherwise he was sure he would have jewelry hanging from them. His hands and hair though he was not able to escape from. His fingers now seemed to look more slender with the long white oval nails that went past his fingers. His hair had been pulled back into a professional woman’s look, keeping the hair off his neck, the only parts that hung free were two thick strands at the front that she said would look perfect framing his face. Jackson loved his hair, but after this he was going to chop most of it off.

She didn’t even go easy on him for makeup, it was less dramatic than what she made him wear to the mall yesterday where she talked him into it so he wouldn’t look like a man shopping for girls' things. His makeup was more tasteful today, but when he looked in the mirror he hated that he thought he looked alluring with the silver and grays used for eyeshadow, how his lashes now looked long and sexy, he hated how his eyebrows would look so thin and feminine for weeks to come. There were other things for makeup, a powder on his face, a sponge with a cream he wasn’t even sure what came before what at this point with it all, but he did know she finished with lipstick, making his lips look pink and kissable.

With every click that echoed on the tile floor in the building Jackson felt sicker about the fact he looked less like a guy dressing up for a gender reversal event, and more like one of the office girls. He kept telling himself what he was doing this all for and if he didn’t follow through it would make him a coward and he would have given his sister the joy of what he went through this weekend for nothing.

He was so focused on himself that he paid little attention to anyone around him, just hoping no one would point and laugh as he moved through the lobby, sliding his badge across the scanner so he could move deeper into the building and to the elevators. Moving through the turnstiles Jackson only was able to take two small steps when he saw Lincoln.

“Just shut up.” He told his friend as he saw his eyes move up and down his body. It felt like he was being eyed up like a piece of meat as he saw Linc’s eyes move up and down his body again.

“Jackson is that you?”

“You know it’s me and it is nice to know you didn’t have the balls to participate in today’s events.” That was all Linc could take before he burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. Jackson was dressed from head to toe as an office girl, he even had curves, he could smell the perfume coming off the man. If he didn’t tell him he was stuck at his sisters for the weekend to get her help for today he would have to adjust his perceptions of the man.

“Jackson, I hate to be the bearer of mad news… but remember when I said you were the winner of the panks? Well you can still keep your title if you think you deserve it, but that email about the gender swap. That was all me.” Linc punctuates the sentence by pointing to himself with his thumb. The acrylic french tipped nails stabbed into Jackson’s hand as he balled them into fists in rage.

“I did all of this for nothing!?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I wouldn’t say it was nothing. Now I know you have a great gams and ass.”

“I’m done, I’m out of here.” Jackson turned to walk away, but had to put his hand on the turnstile to keep his balance after turning too quickly in the heels. He had done a good job of learning to walk on the high stilts, but he had not mastered them.

“If you want to leave that is on you girly, but if Dunn checks the logs he will see you came into the building and if I recall you have a report due before noon today that you did not finish last week.”

“Linc, I’m going to kill you.” Jackson said through gritted teeth moving his now long nailed fingers like claws reaching out to strangle his friend. “I can’t be here dressed like this!”

“Why not? You seem to fit the dress code. Do what you want, but I’m heading up to get some coffee and start the day.” Jackon’s hands fell to his sides, his head hanging low. Knowing that he had to get that report done. He was just going to go up to his cube, ignore Lincoln’s jibes, get it done and send it off in an email and be gone before one. He would get his friend back at home a thousand times over, but right now he was stuck between saving his ego and keeping his job. So with a grimace on his face he got into an elevator before it closed, trying to ignore the feeling of others staring at him. One good thing about being an intern he supposed is no one knew who he was.

When getting off the elevator Jackson bumped into one of the men he vaguely recognized from being in sales, causing his manela folder to spill to the ground. “Sorry.” Jackson said immediately bending down to help pick up the spilled paperwork. He had been so focused on getting to his desk as fast as he could that he had run his shoulder into the man. Still bending down with the guy who was squating he went to hand the paperwork over when their hands touched in the exchange. “Thanks for helping and spending a little time with me here this morning. I haven’t seen you around here before, I’m Justin by the way and this may be sudden, but would you like to spend some more time with me and get lunch later?”

“No, no, no.” Jackson said in a whisper shaking his head, unable to believe this was happening.

“A no thank you would have worked, you try and have a good day and try to smile more. I think you would be a lot prettier if you did.”

Jackson couldn’t move quickly in the heels his sister gave him to wear, but he moved as fast as he could to get to the safety of his cubicle. Getting in he saw Lincoln was already there sipping his coffee as he got into his seat, trying to keep himself from screaming. “Is that anyway for a lady to sit?”

A glance down showed Jackson the skirt riding up, so he stood up and sat back down, smoothing it behind him and crossing his legs at the knee. “Umm I was joking dude.”

“Just shut up.” Jackson said, as he turned away towards his computer and uncrossed his legs. He had been having to sit like that all weekend, his sister insisting her little sister be a proper lady.

Working on the report was a lot more difficult for Jackson, everything he wore distracted him and typing with the long nails made the task take twice as long. Normally when working on a report like this after a few minutes he would tune much of the world out, but anytime he shifted his leg he would feel his stocking covered legs rub together and the pull of the garter belts. Stockings on a girl were sensual, a truly sexy thing, but on him they were nothing but a distraction.

It was almost eleven and he wasn’t close to done when someone dropped off a load of files into his to do bin, the sudden noise causing him to almost jump out of his clothes. As the person spoke without ever bothering to stop to look at the intern. “Have these copied, collated and on my desk before the day is out, I’m in a hurry.”

Jackson wanted to say how he was busy, but the man was already walking off to his own cube before he could respond. Blowing out some air in frustration he looked down at his hands, his fingers looking long and delegate with the long nails and decided to just keep pushing through. Going to get his attention would only bring attention to how he was currently dressed, and that wasn’t something he wanted to do at all.

When he was finally finished he sent it off, hoping the deadline of noon was a soft deadline considering it was twenty minutes after. Often enough he would get a tight deadline and find out the work didn’t need to be done for days and he really hoped that this was the case. He looked up to the to-do box, it had a few minor things from last week he didn’t finish, but that wasn’t new. There was always more work to do around here, specifically other people's work, those were not’ pressing' however. The copying and collating should be something handed off to a secretary, he thought, but why give it to them when the intern can do it. He smiled at the thought of an intern could do it and swung around in his chair to lay on the guild so Lincoln would do it so he could get out of here and into something more comfortable than four inch heels.

Grimacing at the sight of the empty chair, Jackson stood up to peer over the cubicles like a groundhog to see if he could spot his friend, but he was nowhere to be seen. Considering the time he probably headed off to lunch, and while he would be upset he didn’t ask him to come along any other day, today he was going to let it slide, as he wouldn’t be going out anywhere dressed like he was now except home. The thought of lunch made him stop and listen, much of the floor was quiet and that made him look at the paperwork to be done. If he needed to do it before he left now would be the perfect time for no one to really see him.

Picking it up he moved to the copy room with a purpose, not looking around. If he focused on his walking anyone glancing over would just think he was some other office girl and so long as he kept moving no one would get a good enough look at him to know who he was. The last thing he needed was one of the girls he thought was hot to start a laughing fit when seeing him, not only ruining his chances with her and every other girl here, but drawing everyone's attention to him. This was so much worse than when he made Lincoln shave his head, he was so going to get back at him for this.

Standing in front of the copiers as they did their work was causing his feet to get sore, shoes like he was wearing now were sexy as hell on a girl, but he was a man. He thought his sister was cruel to make him wear these to work, he had men’s feet, he couldn’t stand in heels all day like a girl. While shifting from foot to foot he noticed a few pages being pushed to the floor as they came out of the copier, something he needed to fix sooner rather than later or they would be out of order.

As he was bent over he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Such a great view.” Turning his head and peering through the strands of hair his sister left to frame his face, Jackson saw his boss Alexander Dunn, looking down at him. A crimson blush from embarrassment came to his cheeks as he **** himself to stand up, clutching the loose papers in his hand. Mentally reeling at the fact his boss who was at least twenty years his senior and another man was checking him out.

“Everything okay? I was just saying we have a great view from up here.” Alexander said, pointing out the window to the crisp blue sky with hardly a cloud in sight. “This is the kind of day I hate being in the office, I rather be at my beach house.”

Standing now facing his boss Jackson looked to the window seeing where he was indicating. He was sure he saw the man leering at him, but figured he could just have looked down after looking at the view because he was talking to him. The blush started to slowly fade, his boss wasn’t checking him out and didn’t seem to care about how he was dressed at all. “Yeah it is, but while I have you here, I wanted to apologize for getting you the eighteen forty report in late. I know it was only twenty minutes late, but I’m normally much more prompt than that, you know.”

“What? I gave that report to the intern Jack…” Alexander peered closer at the pretty girl he had just been admiring the rear of when it hit him who he was talking to. “Jack is that you?!” He said, his eyes slowly rolling down from the apparent man’s eyes, to the lipstick covered mouth, the blouse with noticeable breasts, the skirt, nylon covered legs and heels that made it look like this person was asking for attention. He had taken the voice in stride that maybe the girl had a sore throat or something, but realizing who it was made it obvious the voice did not fit the image of the pretty women in front of him.

“I’m not a fan of having pranks pulled on me Jack.”

“It isn’t a prank, well it is, but not you and… its Jackson sir.” His voice squeaking a little as he corrected his boss on his name for the fifth or sixth time that month alone.

“Your name is dirt as far as I’m concerned, I’m not going to have you prancing around here like, like… like some kind of fairy. Go to your desk and wait for me there so I can decide what to do to…” He waved his hand in Jackon’s general directly. You… you just will make a lot of people feel uncomfortable, try not to be seen.”

Looking down at the pieces of paper in his hand and then over to the copier still trying to finish it’s task and finally back at his boss. “Mr Dunn, I’m not done here and I can explain.” The older man waved his hand, standing another step back.

“No, just… just go back to your desk.” He didn’t wait to see if the crossdressing employee followed his directions, he went right to the elevator and down to the first floor, barging right into the HR departments office.

“I need to see Mary, and I mean now, like right now.” Alexander said, pressing down hard enough with his index finger on the counter to make a thumping sound. The young girl that he didn’t think was old enough to buy a drink smiled up at him. He could see he was taking her away from her important task of reading some magazine she had open over her keyboard.

“I think she is available, what can I tell her this is about?”

This was a girl he could look at and looking at her made him feel much better about looking at Jack’s ass as he bent over in the tight skirt. This was a real girl, not someone dressing up like one. His eyes moved up from her breasts to her eyes. “Employee termination.”

He didn’t have to wait long before he was called into the office of the head of HR for the building. “Mr. Dunn, take a seat and tell me what this is all about.”

“I have an intern who showed up to the office today wearing a skirt and heels. I can’t have some man walking around the office like that!” Thinking about her again caused Alexander to shake his head mentally correcting himself to think of the person as a male.

Mary leaned forward to put her elbows on her desk, steepling her fingers. It was easy enough to let go of an intern, but the way the man in front of her was reacting she had to make sure there was no incident to protect the company. “I will need to know a few things first, the employees name and if you interacted with them today and if so what happened.”

“Jack, Jack something…” Alexander snapped his fingers a few times. “Jack Love? No, no Jack Heart and yeah I spoke with him. He was prancing around the copy room and I told the fairy..”

“Hold on one second, did you call him that or just think it?”

“I said it, what does it matter? I told him he was being fired and to go wait at his desk for it to be finalized.”

“You told him he was fired because he was dancing in heels and a skirt?”

Alexander started to feel uncomfortable with her question, squirmed a little in the seat, not because he thought he was doing something wrong, he just didn’t like being interrogated. He would have just called down here to get this done, but he wanted to make sure they did it right away. “Yeah, well maybe. I’m not sure.”

Turning to her computer it was easy for Mary to find the file for a Jackson Heart, no write ups and no accolades and was just what Mr. Dunn said an intern, though looking at the date of hire he was well past the timeline for an intern program. Both him and a Lincoln Hatch should have been hired on or let go at this point and it would be easy to let them go to solve this problem, except for the things Mr. Dunn had said and he had said them in a copy room where anyone could have overheard to be a witness. She let out a strangled sigh, so many people here had their heads so far up their ass they didn’t think through the consequences for their actions.

“So here is the deal Mr. Dunn. We cannot fire Jackson Heart.”

“Why the hell not!?”

She wished she could just drum her fingers on the desk and tell him to try thinking it through, to actually think critically, but that wouldn’t fly. “You said he wore female clothes to the office, so that could mean he is transitioning from male to female.”

“And?” He didn’t care what the kid did, but he just didn’t want him doing it here and he didn’t see why any of that meant she couldn’t start the process to fire him.

“Please let me finish.” She tried holding his steady gaze, but he had an intensity she didn’t enjoy experiencing. “Because she.” Mary stressed the female pronoun. “Is transitioning and because of what you said it would be an easy case for her to file a wrongful termination lawsuit, a discrimination lawsuit, heck her lawyer could push for this to be considered a hate crime. I doubt that would go anywhere, but it would make the news. If that made the news, both of our names would be on the lips of the board, and I promise you neither of us would have a job once that happened.”

Sitting back in his chair feeling deflated, Alexander's eyes roamed around the room, not particularly looking at anything as he thought over what she had to say. “So what do we do about him?”

“First thing is you need to remember it's she and her, not he and him. Once you think you can talk to her civilly you are going to call her into your office and offer her a full time position and apologize to her. If she takes the offer, have her sign it and send her down to me. She can’t say we are discriminating against her if we are promoting her.”

“To what job?”

Closing her eyes Mary counted to five. This man had been at the branch since it opened, coming in from the east coast headquarters in New York. He knew all of the movers and shakers and it made her wonder what percentage of him getting this job was the people he knew, rather than his skill set. She should be having to spoon this all to him. “Any job, so long as it is a real job and she signs.”

“Okay, got it and Mary I don’t know much… well anything about this sort of thing. Just makes me feel like I was thrown into the deep end of a pool where I don’t know where the edge is to swim to. Transitioning, that means he is going to be a woman?”

“It means if she is presenting as a woman, for all intents and purposes to you she is a woman.”

“Okay, thanks, that makes me feel a lot better.”