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Rent or forfeit 22
🕑 Added 2021-01-06 19:51:19 +0000 UTCBack home that evening, Tommy was sat watching television in his room, when Monica knocked gently on the open door and stepped in, “can I come in”? She asked.
“Sure, take a seat”, Tommy sullenly answered, gesturing for her to sit on the bed.
Monica walked over and sat beside him, “so, how was work today”? She asked.
“OK, I guess, apart from, you know everyone thinking I’m a girl, who loves the colour pink”, Tommy said sarcastically.
“I know this seems a bit excessive, you know, it started as a way to motivate you to get off your bum and do something with your life, but you know Sarah, always taking things to the extreme”.
“Extreme! Monica, I’m unrecognizable, look at me!”, Tommy exclaimed.
“I know, I know, things have perhaps got a bit out of hand, I’ll try to talk to her, see if I can get her to give you a break to sort things out, but you know, you do look really cute at the moment, and I know some part of you likes being Tammy”.
“What? No way”, Tommy said shocked, “I’m a man, men don’t like pretending to be girls”.
“Some do, probably more than you think, come on I’ve seen the way you look at yourself in the mirror when you think no one is looking, are you telling me there nothing about being Tammy you don’t like”?
“Well”, Tommy thought”, I guess some parts aren’t too bad” he replied, suddenly feeling embarrassed admitting it out loud, “but the heels, and the nails, and all this pink, it’s too much”.
“I knew it, there no need to be embarrassed, it’s completely normal to be curious about how the other gender live, and now you’ve experienced it first hand, you’ve even seen what it’s like for a woman in the workplace, not many men get an opportunity like that”, Monica said smiling
“Well not for much longer” Tommy replied lowering his head.
Monica looked concerned, “why, what happened”?
“Nothing happened, it’s just the job was only temporary, tomorrow is my last day, well unless I go to work dressed like a slut”.
Monica looked confused, “A slut? What do you mean”?
Tommy spoke about the conversation with Jill earlier and what she had said, as Monica listened intently. When he finished, she went quiet thinking for a moment before turning back to face him, “do you like the job”? she asked.
“kind of, it’s easy work and everyone there is really nice”, Tommy answered honestly, “and I really don’t fancy going back to the temp office and start looking all over again”.
Monica smiled, “Ok, leave it to me, set your alarm an hour earlier tomorrow, let’s see what we can do”.
The next afternoon, Tommy stood in the centre of a large conference room of a 5-star luxury hotel with a nervous smile plastered on his face. His outfit that day was rather revealing, a short A-line pink miniskirt resting high on his nylon covered thighs, just long enough to be acceptable work attire, and a flowery pastel purple silk blouse that matched his hair colour perfectly, which looked twice it’s normal volume thanks to Monica blow drying it that morning.
He wasn’t a massive fan of the outfit she had chosen but he knew it could have been worse as he stood there on his sky-high pumps laced tightly around his ankles, but Monica being Monica, she had, of course, chose extremely girly items, all bright colours and made from a delicate silky material. But for once it wasn’t the outfit that was making him feel the most uncomfortable, that was down to the surprise Monica had for him that morning when she had asked him to remove his breast forms, only to reveal a stretchy flesh coloured item with two huge realistic breasts attached. She called it a breastplate and said Sarah had bought it a few days ago off the internet and had been thinking up a way to get him to wear it.
It was a struggle to get it on as Monica helped him wriggle his upper body through the tight head and armholes, and once in place, he felt the difference immediately, these new breasts looked incredibly realistic and after a touch of makeup, the high neck seem became completely invisible. They were also heavier than the last pair, he had just gotten used to, and really distracting as they jiggled about almost uncontrollably whenever he moved.
“Tammy, our guests will be here in just a second, can you call down to reception and ask for a pitcher of water for the table, please”?
“Yes, Mr Hopkins, no problem”, Tommy replied, before strutting over to the phone on the other side of the room, his body jiggling and gyrating as he felt Mr Hopkin’s eyes staring at his backside the whole time.
A few minutes later the business meeting started as two men arrived in suits, Tommy welcomed them at the door and walked them over to where Mr Hopkins sat on the sofa, he then carefully sat down in his short skirt, folder one shiny leg over the other at mid-thigh, and for the next hour sat there taking the occasional note, when asked, and feeling bored as the men discussed a business deal. he didn’t show his boredom though, he sat up straight smiled, pushed out his enhanced chest, and bounced his leg in a seductive way just like Jill had told him. It was all part of her plan, she was the one supposed to be there in the meeting that day, but having pretended to feel unwell, she had arranged for Tommy to take her place.
With the meeting ending in success, with the men all shaking hands having come to an arrangement, Tommy showed the men out, closed the door and was suddenly alone with Mr Hopkins.
“Thank you, Tammy, that went really well, I think Mr Patel really took a liking to you”, Mr Hopkins said, making Tommy blush a little remembering the way the man had stared at his legs throughout the meeting”, come over here and sit down for a minute, I want to talk to you”.
Mr Hopkins didn’t take his eyes off the feminised boy as Tommy glided across the leopard carpet, before once again arranging himself elegantly on the sofa next to him, “So, Jill tells me it’s your last day today, It really would be a shame to lose you, do you like working here at Cohen and Weinstein”?
“Oh, yes sir, I love it here”, Tommy replied batting his eyelashes seductively, not sure if he was doing the right thing and feeling slightly ridiculous.
“That’s great to hear, this company needs bright, ambitious, and might I add beautiful, young women like you, “Mr Hopkins replied, as his hand slapped down onto Tommy’s exposed thigh and gave it a little squeeze through his thin tights, “you come in tomorrow morning and we’ll find a permanent position for you with us, don’t worry about the details, for now, we’ll get you a contract made up ready for next week”, he said as he smiled and got to his feet, “I get the feeling you and I are going to be a great team, Miss Jenkins”.
Back home, like he did most evenings, Tommy called Maddison to chat about his day.
“My god, he didn’t? What a perv”, Maddison exclaimed.
“It wasn’t that bad, he seems like a nice guy”, Tommy replied.
“Oh my god” Have you got a crush on your boss”? Maddison said excitedly.
“Eww, no way, he’s like forty or something, I’m just grateful he’s giving me a job, it's my way out Maddy, all I have to do is work there for a few months save up a bit of money, then I can quit, move out of here and start over”.
“Sounds like a plan, but what are you going to do about your ID”? Maddison asked.
“ID? What do you mean”? Tommy asked confused.
“Well, you mentioned a contract, right? You were there with the temp agency before so they probably didn’t care, but now you’re going to work for them, they’ll want to see an ID for sure, are you going to show them your passport that says Tommy Jenkins and has a picture that looks nothing like your current self”?
“Oh, shit, I didn’t think of that, I’m screwed”, Tommy groaned, his hope of making some money crumbling away before his eyes.
“Hang on a sec Ok, I’ll call you back in a minute”, Maddison said before hanging up.
Tommy sat around in deep thought until 20 minutes later, his phone rang, he clumsily answered it, despite his long nails making pressing where he wanted, on the touch screen a chore.
“Ok, I’ve done some research”, Maddison said.
“Research”? Tommy asked, “should I be worried”?
“Ha, well, in my opinion, you’ve got two choices, you can tell the truth, say you’re transgendered, they’ll have to hire you, there are discrimination laws about that kind of thing”.
“What’s the second option”? Tommy asked not liking the sound of everyone in the office knowing he was really a man.
“Well, I went on to the government website, and as it turns out, it’s not that difficult to change your name and even gender, you can do something called an unenrolled deed poll, all you need to do is write out a few sentences denouncing your old name and choosing a new one, get two people to sign and witness it, and it's done, you can then apply for a new passport, if we say it’s needed urgently for work, we can get it processed in a few days, what do you think?”.
Tommy had listened stunned as Madison fired off the information, was it really that easy? And more to the point did he really want to legally change his name?
What should Tommy do? Vote in the poll.
1. Change his name and take the job as Tammy
2. Tell everyone at the company that he’s transgendered.
3. Give up on the job and look for something else at the temp agency.
