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CHANGING MY JOB AND MY LIFE
By Kendra
©2006
Life had been good until the day I went to work and found my office locked and U S Marshals guarding every entrance to the building. It seems that the board of directors had been involved in some illegal activities. As it turns out, they were involved in big time illegal activities. The company was broke. They could not even pay the payroll for the last pay period and our pensions were gone. Thank God I had put some money in a private savings account or I would have been in trouble. I was just getting caught up from moving here to accept a position with this company. Now the people who ran the company were going to jail, all the assets of the company had been seized and the employees were SOL. What a wonderful day that started out to be.
I had been unemployed for nearly a year and the resources that my wife, Linda, and I had worked so hard to acquire were close to being depleted. One Sunday Linda pointed out an ad in the classifieds for a company named Future Systems of America. The ad said that the company would be hiring fifty to one hundred people in a variety of positions. There was not much of a decision to make and Linda and I agreed that I should apply for any position I could get. The ad instructed those interested to apply in person at the main office of the company, which was in the mid sized town where my wife and I had lived for the last four years.
I was one of the first people in line at the employment screening office on the day the interviews began.
When I left after filling out the required paperwork and setting through a quick interview, I realized that there must be five hundred people seeking employment there. I figured my chances were slim to none. Computer system managers were a dime a dozen these days. I was told that I would be notified by mail within the next five days as to whether I would be considered for employment. I was pretty despondent when I arrived home. Linda encouraged me by saying that I probably already had a job there and if not, I would find a job soon.
I was pretty surprised a few days later when I received a letter inviting me back for another interview and some testing for consideration of employment. It was the best news I had received in a long time. I honed my interview skills and felt ready to knock them dead at the interview. I would convince them that their company could not survive without me.
Finally the day arrived and I was at the interview site thirty minutes early hoping to make an impression of how anxious I was to work for FSA.
I should have known that something was wrong when I began the various steps required to qualify for a job. The application process was very drawn out and very detailed. It was the first, and only, time I had to take an aptitude test and talk to a psychologist as part of the hiring process. It was explained to me, that since the application process was an open application system, that various tools were needed to be sure the applicant would fit in someplace and that he or she was placed in the right position.
During one step of the interview process, the applicants were told to completely empty their pockets. All of our belongings were locked in a personal locker and we were each given a key to our locker. It was on a chain and we wore it around our necks. I never quite understood the need for that, but it did not seem like a big deal.
During one of the interviews, the interviewer, Carole something, lit a cigarette. As an after thought she asked me if I smoked. I said I did and she offered me one of hers. She smoked Virginia Slims as most of the women I interviewed with did. During the course of the rather lengthy interview she let me have two more. I thought nothing of it. Later it would make sense to me.
As part of the process, a representative was sent to my home to interview my wife and to explain the company’s business and operating systems. When I asked her about the interview, she told me that she had agreed to confidentiality and would not discuss any details of the interview. I guessed that it was because they did not want secrets about the business to be leaked to their competitors.
I actually had to go back several times to complete the various stages of the hiring process. On my last trip, the visit where I would be told if I qualified for a position and if I was to be hired, I was ready to forget it and work harder on some of the other companies that I had applied to.
I was quite surprised and very happy when I was offered a position with Future Systems of America. The company was involved in helping companies in any field to develop systems that would make their companies run smoother and become more profitable.
I was offered an employment contract which was explained to me in detail. There did not seem to be any items in the contract that were unusual or different Levent travesti from most other companies. I did notice, however, that the contract established loyalty to the company and I was required to promised, under financial and legal penalty, to abide to each and every company rule, in existence then or introduced at a later time.
After the contract was fully explained to me, I was asked if I still wanted to work for FSA and I replied that I did. I was then asked to sign the contract. I asked the Human Resource Director if she could explain what my job would be and the pay rate.
Included among the many papers she gave me, was a very detailed pay rate and structure chart. She explained that my job assignment and pay would be determined on my first day, but that the least I could make was the bottom of the scale, which was quite a bit more than the zero I was making now. She put all the papers in a company binder and asked me to review them closely and that if I had any questions to call the Human Resources Office, whose number was included on the folder.
This was on a Wednesday and the contract was in effect from the exact time I had signed it. It was time and date stamped and I initialed the stamp. I was told that even though I would not actually report until the following Monday that my pay started when I signed the contract. I thought that was fantastic. I finally had a job! Linda was going to be thrilled.
It took several hours over three days to go through all the information that was sent home with me. One of the last documents we came to was the company dress code. The title was “Dress Code for Division III.” I was not sure exactly what division III was but I knew they either gave me the wrong dress code sheet or they missed a page. This page was only germane to females.
I asked Linda what she thought and she did not answer right away. I tried to call the HR office to get a rundown on the men’s dress code but the office was closed on Sunday. After a while Linda suggested that, since I could not get in touch of the HR office, I follow the dress code they gave me so that I did not get in trouble the first day. She reminded me about how strict the contract was about following the rules that were directed to me.
I read over the dress code and said “no way.” In order to follow that code, I would be required to wear either a dress or a skirt and appropriate top. Slacks were not allowed. The dress code also required employees in Division III to wear a bra and high heels. There was no way I could follow those rules.
On Monday morning I arrived at the office entrance I was told to report to. I was admitted to the building and immediately led into a room with a table and three chairs. I was told that my manager would see me in a few minutes. I waited patiently, wondering what my new job would consist of.
Soon, Ms. Joanna Morris entered the office and took a seat. She told me she was the manager of Division III and that we would discuss things as soon as the Legal Office Representative arrived. I was really getting excited. I thought my job was so secret that I had to be advised of the rules of the position. When Ms. Carla Davison, the Legal Office Representative arrived, I got a big surprise.
Ms. Morris began. Your given name is Terrance is it not. I answered “yes.” She then asked if I had forgotten how to read since Wednesday, when I was hired. Her voice had no humor in it and I answered “no I had not forgotten how to read.”
Ms. Davison then pulled out my contract and asked if I remembered agreeing to follow all company and division rules and all rules directed to me. I answered “yes I do.” Ms. Morris than asked if I had read the dress code rules that had been provided. I told her that I did but the dress code rules for men were not included. She then gave me the shock of my life. She said “there is one dress code for Division III.
You were provided with a copy and yet on your first day, you have reported to work in violation. Can you explain that?” I stumbled for the words and finally got my thoughts together and said “I can’t wear women’s clothes.”
Ms. Davison then asked if that meant I wanted to buy out my contract. I asked her how much that would cost. I had no idea that I had agreed to anything like that. She showed me in the contract, a paragraph I had initialed showing that it had been explained and that I understood, that to buy out my contract after three days after signing it would be three years pay at the mid-level of the pay structure. I was floored. That was nearly four times what I had made on my last job and I had no money left.
I told her that I did not want the job and that I was leaving. She said “how would you like to pay this, check or credit card?” I started to get up and Ms. Morris said “shall I call security?”
I sat back down, totally lost. I had no idea what to do next, but it was clear I was in trouble. I slumped back in my chair trying Levent travestileri to think when Ms. Morris said very sternly “Sit up, NOW!” I was shocked and immediately sat up.
The next shock came right out of left field. Ms. Morris said “I spoke with Linda. Did she not suggest that you follow the dress code that was provided you?”
I sat there dumbfounded. She snapped “answer me!” I replied that, yes she did advise me to do that. She looked at me with a half smile and said “and.”
I did not know what to say so I just sat there looking like I was both deaf and dumb.
Then she spoke again. “I suggest you go home, ask Linda to help you, and report back here in compliance with the dress code. Either that or find a way to buy out your contract within forty-eight hours.”
I was trapped and I knew it. I kept wondering how Linda got involved in all this, but I knew I had to have a job, this job. With tears starting down my cheeks, I said “I will do what ever it takes to have this job.”
For the first time I saw a real smile come across Ms. Morris’ face and she said “try to look your best, after all this is your first day and you are going to be late. You need to make a really good impression on your supervisor and your co-workers.” I got up slowly and walked toward the exit of the room and she said “hurry dear, you already have a lot of catch up to do.”
I arrived home not knowing what to expect. When I entered the house, Linda was ready. “I told you that you should just follow the rules they sent home with you, but oh no, you knew so much better.”
I did not know what to say. I had never heard Linda use that tone of voice. Finally she gave me a hopeless look and said”follow me.” She led me to the bed room where she had laid out the outfit she felt I should wear that day. It was not until much later that I happened to wonder how she happened to have everything in my size.
The first thing she did was style my mid-length hair into a very feminine look and showed me how spray it to keep it neat and in place. After shaving my body so that I would not to look like a freak, I started out with black pantyhose with no crotch. A pair of pastel blue panties was next but when I had them half way on, Linda stopped me and introduced me to Stayfree Super Maxi Pads. She showed me how to position it in my undies and how to fold the “wings” over so as to protect my panties better. Then as I pulled them up, she reached in and folded my penis backward so that the pad hid it.
I am not very big and it fit perfectly. When I finished pulling my panties up, I was shocked to see how smooth that area was, just like a woman’s. Then came a bra. It was a Just My Size and the band fit perfectly. However, the “C” cups were not very full. She opened a box that had been setting on the vanity and took out a set of breast enhancers and slid one into each cup. She pressed them into place and told me that each one had some adhesive to hold them where they belonged. After that the cups were full. She adjusted the straps just right.
She said “you better pay attention to everything because I am not going to dress you every day. You’re a big girl.”
I almost passed out when she said that. Did she really think of me as a girl now? That could not possibly be. It had to either be a joke or a slip of the tongue. The next thing was to don a black mid length pleated skirt and then a pastel lavender faux satin blouse. My outfit was completed with 4″ heels that matched my blouse. “Now” she said “we need to do your make up. All I could do was follow her to the vanity wobbling on my newly acquired heels.
I sat down and she asked for my hands. I put them out palms up and she frowned and instructed me to turn them over. She retrieved a bottle of bright red nail polish from a cabinet and a little bench for me to place my hands one at a time. She said “we have to use the quick dry polish for a few days but this weekend you can do your nails properly with good, two stage polish.
I sat there dumbfounded as she painted each of my nails. She then used a special dryer to hurry the drying process along. “Now its time for your makeup” she said and took out a black folding case that seemed to contain every makeup product possible. Soon, I would learn that this was not even close to everything I would need.
First she showed me how to use concealer to hide the circles under my eyes and a few other spots. She brought out a bottle of foundation that was actually a shade darker than my natural skin tone. She taught me the proper way to apply it and blend it in. A little blush to make my cheeks nice and rosy completed step one of my make over.
The next step was to outline my eyes then make my lashes fuller with a mascara brush. She used a small tool to trim and shape my brows. She showed me how to apply eye shadow in two steps. First a light base coat, then a light purple color. I was given a lip pencil and instructed how to outline Travesti levent my lips and then how to apply the deep rose colored lipstick she had chosen for me.
Next she showed me how and where to spray the perfume she had picked out for me. It was a brand new bottle, still in the box; I wondered when she had picked it out. She then gave me a scarf that was slightly darker than my blouse and instructed me how to tie it. Then she marched me to the full length mirror and I almost fell over. I saw a woman! Not a model by any means, but a reasonably attractive woman that could be found in any office in the country.
I went down stairs very carefully, not wanting to break my neck on the high heels that I was wearing.
She met me at the bottom of the stairs with a somewhat large black purse. She said that she had put inside everything she could think of that I might need. She opened the door and said “Off to work with you girl. Make me proud.”
I nearly fainted when she patted me on the butt. I stood there for a few seconds and, knowing I had no choice, finally left the house, got in the car by sitting sideways in the seat and turning to allow my legs in, and drove off to work.
When I arrived at work, I was admitted by security and Ms. Morris met me along with Ms. Donna Philips, my new supervisor. This was the first time I noticed that everyone was wearing name tags. The tags stated the wearer’s name and position. I was given my name tag and Ms. Philips helped me pin it on my blouse. It said simply “Terri – Trainee.” I was about to protest the name and thought better of it.
Ms. Philips took me to the section where I would be working. She introduced me to Darlene. Her name tag said “Darlene – Trainer.” Ms. Philips said that Darlene would take care of my initial orientation and that she would talk to me after that. She said I would be there late that day because I had wasted time by not reporting to work as prescribed. With that Darlene began my orientation.
She first introduced me around the office, which was very large and had at least seventy-five employees working in it, all seventy-five were females.
She showed me where the rest room was located as well as the cafeteria. The rest of the time she walked me around and showed me where the various copy machines, fax machines, file cabinet banks, coat rooms, and conference rooms were.
She showed me the emergency escape route to use in case of fire and the shelter area to go in case of tornados and bad storms. She explained the basic phone and paging system. She also told me what areas were off limits to the office girls. I was having a very hard time believing that I was being called an “office girl” and that the one and only rest room I was shown was marked “WOMEN.”
But here I was dressed like a woman, smelling like a woman, looking like a woman, walking like a woman, wearing a name tag with a woman’s name, starting a new job in an office that obviously employed only women. On top of that my feet and legs were already killing me from the heels which I had never worn before.
Then I thought about all that had transpired earlier this morning and realized that something had changed, I was suddenly terrified of my wife, the women who were my superiors at work were all very dominant and had put the fear of God in me and it was just the first day here. I could not imagine things getting worse, but somehow I knew they would get worse before they would get better.
Darlene explained that she would be my trainer but that she did not yet know where my work station would be or what my exact assignment would be. She said that she would take me back to Ms. Philips who would finish my orientation, explain my assignment, and would call her to come get me when she was done with me.
As we were walking back to Ms. Philips’ office, Darlene asked if I had a steno pad and pen. I hesitated then looked in my purse and found a several pens but no steno pad. We stopped by a storage cabinet and she gave me a tablet from the cabinet. Make sure you take notes… Ms. Philips does not like to repeat herself and she will expect you to remember everything she tells you.
I stared at her in disbelief, but I was sure, based on our brief meeting earlier that morning, that Ms. Philips was a no non-sense woman and a very demanding supervisor. I made up my mind to do my best not to get on her bad side any more than I already had.
I was led into Ms. Philips’ office and Darlene left. Ms. Philips told me to sit down. I did and knew at once that I had done something wrong. She got up and walked around her desk to where I was seated. She went behind me and pulled my shoulders back and said “if you don’t want my pulling you up by your hair, you better sit up straight on your own and quickly.” I did.
She then came around to my front and just shook her head. She said “I am not running a charm school here; sit like a lady before I get angry.” I realized my legs were spread apart like a man’s and that my skirt was riding up and wrinkled. I stood, smoothed my skirt like I had seem women do thousands of times, made a flat lap with my knees together and my legs at a slight angle. She must have been at least some what satisfied because she went back to her chair.
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