Both Missy and Melissa attend second meetings

Across town at the apartment, I was enjoying the silence as I pounded away at the keys on my keyboard. Each keystroke was another step towards recognition of my hard work and hopefully a raise. Deep in my work, I was startled when my screen flashed with a call request. Looking more closely, I saw the call was coming in from our HR department. My mind began to race as I tried to think of exactly what this could be about. Knowing that I couldn’t put off the call, I reached down and picked up the earbuds. Slipping them back in, I was startled to realize the music was still playing. The affirmations slipped into my mind and through my lips without thinking as I reached up and pressed the answer call button.

I smiled softly and spoke up as Kylie’s face popped up on the screen. “Hey Kylie, what can I do for you?” My voice was firmly in Missy’s breathy soft spoken tone as I nervously bit my lip and waited to see her response.

There was a flash of something across Kylie’s face as she took in my look and voice. She paused for a moment before answering. “Well… Missy, it looks like you will be a part of the advance RTO crew so I wanted to get in touch and talk to you about some issues we seem to be experiencing with space.” Her head cocked to the side as she seemed to contemplate the situation. Each moment she sat there staring at me seemed to stretch out as my fears stacked higher and higher. My mind raced to figure out what she was thinking. Did she know I wasn’t Melissa? Didn’t Melissa tell me something about some college friend in HR? I swallowed once and sat there squirming as much as I was able in the tight dress and corset.

The look on her face suddenly shifted to a deep smile as she spoke up again. “The company has grown since we went to work from home. This is causing some issues as we plan which groups will be taking up which offices as the groups return. Unfortunately, your junior status within the company has made it difficult to place you in the offices next to the rest of your team. Technically, since you are returning early, you are owed an office. But when people with more time and higher positions in the company come back, we both know how that is going to go. “I nodded along and thought how it would have gone over with my last company. Somehow office space was always a matter of jealousy and anger. “What I was hoping, was that we could set you up with a desk right near Ben’s office. It would be out on the general floor, and I realize that is kind of a louder and more distracting experience. But it would really save me a huge headache. This is a hundred percent your option, it is more of a favor to me.”

It was easy for me to speak up and answer her. I knew that I wasn’t ever going to set foot in that office, so whatever I could do to help her out seemed like the best bet. “Of course Kylie! I would never want to stress out HR or upset anyone at the company. I understand seniority and I want to respect everyone’s positions within the company.”

Kylie’s smile lit up as she heard the answer I gave. “Great! Thank you so much for that Missy. That was all I needed. Sorry to interrupt your busy day. So let me get back to this whole RTO thing and I’ll let you get back to your coding.”

I grinned. “For sure! Never feel like you can’t message me Kylie. I’m always happy to help.”

Kylie smiled even broader at that. Her hand reached over to cancel the call before she turned back to me. “Oh! One last thing. Do you think you could have Melissa call me… Missy. I want to ask her a personnel question.” The emphasis on both of the names shot through me like a bolt. If the corset hadn’t been locking my back with perfect posture, the question certainly would have **** me to bolt upright.

My painted lips parted as I tried to think of what to say. I could only stutter out a quick affirmative. “S… sure. I will do that.”

“Great, can’t wait to hear from her. Have a good afternoon Missy!” The camera shot of her went dark as the call ended. As the call ended, the everpresent music in the headphones crept back in and began to fill my ears and my mind. It was a good thing the relaxing music was once again permeating my mind. My hands shook with anxiety as I realized that clearly Kylie knew that Missy and Melissa were two different people. I tried to breath deeply, but the ever constricting corset made that impossible. Short shallow breaths began to make me feel lightheaded as I panted, my mind racing to try and find a solution that wouldn’t upset Melissa.

Slowly, the music began to insist itself upon my thought process. Each affirmation slamming into my anxiety and chipping away at it. With each line, my heart began to slow down and my breathing evened out. Realizing how far into a panic attack I had been, I began to recite the affirmations along with the song again.

“I am comfortable.” I really wasn’t. The corset was cutting into my waist, the long tight dress was making me feel almost entombed. The long red wig was making my head begin to itch as the sweat collected from my freak out.

“I will please those I love.” Melissa was going to be anything but pleased when she heard about this. Was she going to think I had tanked the call on purpose? Was she going to chide me for answering it? I knew that Ben might even be at risk if Kylie found out he knew about the situation.

“I will dress to please those I love.” At least this one I was doing right. Or was I? Sure, I was wearing a corset, panties, and a dress. But I certainly wasn’t dressed in as feminine an outfit as Melissa had been in. Not only that, but I could feel my leg hair rubbing up against the long dress. The thought of a woman with hairy legs sent a shiver down my spine as I realized that I likely wasn’t pleasing Melissa or Ben with my outfit.

“I trust those I love.” As these words left my lips, I felt a chunk of that anxiety break off and tumble away. This one was true. I did trust Melissa. She could have had any man she wanted and she had chosen me. Now all I had to do was show her she could trust me.

“I feel sexy.” I wanted to argue with this sentence as I spoke it out loud. I didn’t feel sexy, but I certainly knew that with some quick changes I could feel sexy. Did I want to feel sexy? I thought back to the image I had snapped and sent off to Ben that morning and how sexy I had felt then. What had changed through the day?

“Dressing feminine feels sexy.” And there it was. I was dressed in a feminine manner, but clearly not completely feminine. Each tiny part of me that wasn’t completely feminine began to stick out in my mind. My short stubby nails, the body hair that covered me, the fact that I wasn’t wearing high heels, each of them stuck out to me and pushed back against the calmness that I was so used to these affirmations bringing on.

As the affirmations started up again, I pushed even deeper into them and tried to relax. I once again leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and spoke the words out loud. Previously, it had taken only a few statements to bring me back to an even keel, but I was suddenly butting up against this idea that I wasn’t actually feminine.

Looking over at the clock, I saw that it was about lunch time for myself. Standing up, I stepped away from the computer and headed back into our bedroom. My legs rubbed against each other under the tight dress and it was like each individual hair was scrubbing against the leg opposite it. I had never realized just how scratchy and irritating it could be. I wandered aimlessly as I tried to rationalize the thoughts in my mind. Why was this bothering me all of a sudden?

My eyes swept across the room and landed on the makeup table that Melissa had used to do up my face that morning. I remembered how happy she had been at the chance to do this to me. I saw how much it had made her smile and I realized that more than anything I wanted to see that smile again. I thought about when her smile had been biggest, and it had been right after I had asked her to make me feminine.

There was that word again. Why had I said it like that? Why hadn’t I simply asked her to help me dress up, or even just help me figure out a way out of the call? Did it matter? I had asked her to make me feminine and she had done everything she could to do it. She had expertly set the wig and makeup on my face, picked out an entire outfit, even helped me put it on. What had I done to be feminine? Stand there? I could feel disappointment in my actions that morning begin to well up in my mind.

My eyes slowly traveled up the surface of the mirror until I was staring into my own reflection. I saw the form in front of me and I knew that it was what had made Melissa happy. Maybe if I made myself even more feminine, she would be happy enough that she wouldn’t blame me for the incident with Kylie…

A plan began to form in my mind. Reaching down, I began to pull the sweater dress up over my head. The glued on wig was locked into place as I struggled to get the tight garment off my body. The tight corset only made the whole thing worse. Finally, I managed to get the white sweater off my body. I had even been smart enough to stretch the neck out enough that I hadn’t left any makeup stains on the pristine garment.

Taking the corset off was a different thing entirely. I struggled with the knot alone for minutes before finally figuring out how to pull the whole thing apart. Thankfully, once it loosened up, I was able to undo the front clasps and slip the tortuous device from my body. I glanced down as the stockings that had been stuffed into the cups fell down at my feet. A wave of regret wove its way through my mind as I thought about the fact that I had just dismantled 50% of the femininity that Melissa had helped me achieve the night before. Resolve came in its wake. I would surprise her when she got home with even more femininity.

Even as I stripped off the panties and made my way to the bathroom, I was repeating each and every affirmation. My painted lips formed each word perfectly in Missy’s voice as I puzzled out how I was going to shave my body without ruining my makeup or hair. I giggled to myself as I thought about how ridiculous the whole concept of my makeup being important had been to me just days before.

Filling up the tub, I quickly began to set out the things I would need to eliminate the body hair that covered me. Realizing that I had no idea how to do this, I pulled out Missy’s phone and began a search on how-to videos. Sitting down on the toilet I focused on the first one as I mouthed along with the words in my ears. I thought for a moment about how Melissa was doing at work, before I turned my attention back to the phone.

Of course, she wasn’t at work. At that exact moment, she was slowly collecting the few scant garments she had worn over to Ben’s house.

“Fine. I’ll leave. You can just use me and throw me out if you want. But we need to talk about the other part of our lives before I go.” Melissa bent over at her waist and set her heels in front of her. The move was entirely useless, except to show off her perfectly formed ass to the man on the other side of the room.

Unable to tear his eyes away from her perfect form, Ben sighed and tried to think of a way to get out of what was clearly something Melissa was using to extend her stay. Unable to find anything plausible, he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and flopped into a chair as he watched her continue to get ready. “Fine. What do we need to talk about?”

Melissa’s eyes rolled as she heard the annoyance in his voice. Closing her eyes, she pushed past the frustration that his tone was causing to bubble to the surface. “We need to talk about Missy. I have an idea on how we can make it work, but you aren’t going to like it.”

Ben’s eyebrows raised as she brought up an actual problem. He had expected her to come up with some other silly issue in an effort to get him back into bed. “I won’t like it? Look, if we can make it work somehow, then I’m all for it. Did you figure out a way for ‘Missy’ to still work from home?”

Stepping into the nude stilettos, the naked woman turned and crossed her arms under the large pert breasts that were once again showing themselves to him. “No, sadly we can’t push for anything. I looked over the contracts and statutes last night. The company will just lay her off if we try. We both know they are looking for people to cut with this RTO happening. They hired too many people and now they won’t have space for them.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, Kylie messaged me about something like that this morning. Something about finding a place for Missy to sit.” He tried to focus on anything other than the perfectly formed woman in front of him. His lack of control made the effort useless and he stared at her form openly as she began to pull on the short blazer dress.

“Oh, Kylie. I’ll need to remember to message her if this is gonna work.” Leaving the dress unbuttoned, she slowly made her way towards the bed as she saw the look come across his face as he stared at her body blatantly. “Anyways, what if Missy could come back to work? And not just any Missy but one who did exactly what we wanted?”

Ben’s eyebrows creased together as he tried to puzzle out exactly how something like that would work. His thoughts slipped as the stunning woman slipped her legs over his and settled her almost naked body into his lap. Straddling him, she leaned down and kissed him softly. “It is simple. We turn Darren into Missy.”

Ben was thankful that the beautiful woman on his lap couldn’t read his mind at that exact moment. He knew that she would feel the sudden rising of lust as his body physically responded to the idea of turning Darren into Missy. He had always had a thing for crossdressers, transgirls, and even femboys. It was not something he had shared with anyone, especially not Melissa. She viewed him as such an alpha bro, that he knew she would freak out if she realized how excited the idea made him.

His hands slipped up to cup the perfect ass that was now rubbing up against his growing manhood as she straddled his lap. “Would he really do it? I mean what kind of guy would do that? Can he even pull it off?” The questions rattled off as he tried to find a way to make it look like he wasn’t excited for the idea. “And what do you mean make her do what we want?”

Melissa ground her body back and forth against his lap. Each stroke rubbed up and down the long shaft of his cock that was trapped under her in his sweatpants. “Oh, she can pull it off. As for the last question, you let me worry about it.”

Ben’s eyes closed as she dry humped him. He knew that he should be against this idea. It could easily cost him his job, even make him a pariah in his career field, but his mind couldn’t get past the feelings that the woman grinding back and forth on his lap and the chance to finally fulfill his fantasy began to come together.

Reaching down, Melissa began to pull at the waist of her lover’s pants. She wasn’t sure why his lust had reached the levels it had so quickly, but the chance at another round of sex was something she wasn’t going to pass on. Together the pair of them slid the pants down past his hips. Popping up, his hard cock was an easy target for her to slip inside of her as she slowly took him into her. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned back and gripped her hips. Their bodies slowly began to move as she pictured sending Darren to work as Missy. The sight of him mincing off in heels while Ben brought her home made her bite her lip in ecstasy. Starting slowly, the pair began to go at it in earnest as they each imagined Darren becoming Missy. Neither was aware of the other’s fantasies, but their love making took on a different tone than the last animalistic romp had offered. This was a pair of people using each other as they lived within their own minds.

Back at the apartment, I was just getting done with the shaving. It had been both easier and harder than I had expected. Looking at my body in the mirror, I was amazed at how feminine I looked without the horrid body hair. Even without the corset and stuffed bra, my body had taken on a much more feminine form in my eyes. Stepping out of the bedroom, I made my way to the bed and began to collect the white panties and corset. Getting ready to step into the panties, I paused and looked over at the closet.

“I will dress to please those I love.” Did I need a different outfit? My mind warred with itself as I tried to think of what I would want to wear. A vision of Melissa’s outfit as she left the house stuck in my head. Moving into her walk-in closet was like moving into another world. A world of femininity.