Caught Wearing a Bra! Pt. 09

Michelle looked around to make sure none of Sandra's neighbors were out and about as she pulled in to the drive. She'd texted Sandra that she was on her way so Sandra would unlock the door for her.

She felt both slutty and sexy arriving back at Sandra's house in the same dress and heels she'd left in last night. She'd heard girls talk about doing the "Walk of Shame" after a date, but this was the first time she'd done it.

Sandra was in the kitchen area already dressed and ready for work.

"Well, good morning!" she smiled when Michelle walked in. "Coffee?"

"Please," Michelle said as she sat down at the bar.

"So, come on," Sandra said as she set the coffee cup in front of her. "How was it?"

Michelle smiled. "It was good," she said. "No, it was wonderful. It was... something I never thought I'd have."

Sandra came around the bar and hugged her. "I'm so glad, baby." She kissed Michelle on the cheek. "So, um, are you still a virgin?"

Michelle blushed and took a sip of her coffee.

"So how was it?" Sandra asked. "Good, bad? Did it hurt?"

"Just like what I've dreamed about," Michelle said softly. She turned and looked at Sandra. "For a few moments I was a woman. I mean, in my mind, I was the woman I've always wanted to be, and it was wonderful," she whispered.

Sandra nodded. There were tears in her eyes. "I'm so happy for you, baby," she whispered. She kissed Michelle on the forehead. Michelle leaned into her and for a few moments they just hugged.

"Oh, hey, the prodigal daughter returns!" Anita came out of the bedroom wearing one of Sandra's long dresses.

Sandra stood back up and Michelle sat back when they heard Anita's voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Anita said. "Did I, uh, interrupt a moment?"

"It's okay," Sandra laughed. "Michelle was just telling me how great her date was."

"Oh, yeah? I want to hear the details, too," Anita said. "But I have to get to work."

"Uh, yeah, me, too," Sandra said, stepping away from Michelle. "Are you going to work today?"

Michelle nodded. "Yeah. Joe told me it's okay if I'm late today, but we're not going to make a habit of it," Michelle laughed. "I'm going to get in the shower and try to make sure I get all the make-up off."

"Okay, honey," Sandra said. "Use my make-up remover pads if you need to. And if you want to wear something out of my closet you know I don't mind."

Michelle laughed. "I know, sweetie. I might surprise you."

Sandra stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Did you talk to Joe about it last night?"

Michelle nodded. "A little. But I won't be coming to work as Michelle today. Maybe soon, though."

"Okay, baby." She blew a kiss as she walked out the door.

Michelle took her coffee to the bedroom to make the transition back to Mike. She took the wig off and put it on the Styrofoam head. She stood close to the sink and leaned into the mirror to use the make-up pads around her eyes.

When he stood straight to look at himself in the mirror it was no longer Michelle looking back at him. He pulled the wig cap off. His hair was wild looking without the cap to hold it flat against his head. He took the dress, bra, slip and panties off and laid them on the bed. He'd decide later if they needed to be washed.

In the shower he scrubbed his body with Sandra's unscented soap. He felt like he was washing the femininity off of his body. He washed his hair and scrubbed his face again to make sure all the make-up was gone.

Out of the shower he considered taking the polish off of his fingernails, but decided not to. No one had seemed to notice them at work yesterday, and he liked the idea of having pretty nails at work.

He thought long and hard about what to wear to work. He found the black slacks he'd worn yesterday and smoothed them out on the bed. He tossed them in the dryer to freshen them while he put the rest of his clothes on.

He found a women's polo shirt in the closet. It was a pretty light teal color and cut just like a man's polo except that the buttons were reversed. Maybe no one would notice it was a women's shirt. Maybe.

He found a light blue a-cup bra with matching bikini cut panties and laid them out on the bed. He looked in another drawer and found a pair of Sandra's black sheer tights and tossed them on the bed with the bra and panties.

He went to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee to drink while he got dressed.

A chill ran up Sandra's spine when she heard her two male co-workers talking in the break room as she walked by on her way to the copy machine.

"Hey, did you hear about that Mike guy over in reconciliations?" Bob Grant asked. "Rumor has it he's going to make the change."

"Change? What change?" Charlie Simmons asked.

"He's going to be a woman," Bob said.

"Do what? Why would any guy want to do that?" Charlie asked.

"Connie says some guys feel like a woman in a man's body," Bob said. "He is kind of small and feminine."

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, now that you mention it, he is. And he seems to spend a lot of time hanging out with the women. How does Connie know about this?"

"Her cube is in the same aisle as his," Bob told him. "Yesterday he took a report into Crawford's office, and when he came back out Connie noticed he wasn't wearing shoes, but he was wearing stockings and his toe nails were painted. Judy saw him, too. Judy asked his friend about it, and she said yeah, he wants to be a woman, but he doesn't want anyone to know yet."

Sandra stopped in the hallway just outside the break room, where the guys couldn't see her, but she could still hear them. She was seething. Judy had promised that she and Connie wouldn't tell anyone.

"You know Phil Martinson in sales?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah," Bob answered. "That guy that thinks all the women are creaming their panties when he walks in the room?"

Charlie laughed. "Yeah. That's him. Anyway, he's always talking about going to these parties. Like, sex parties. He said he let one of them suck his dick one time. Said it was the best dick suckin' he's ever had."

"One of them? Them who?" Bob asked.

"You know. A tranny. A chick with a dick," Charlie said. "Phil said this chick was at all the parties pretty much sucking anyone who pulled it out. Might be nice to have one around for office parties!"

Bob laughed. "Yeah, maybe. But Connie said this Mike guy goes into Crawford's office and they close the door. Like maybe Mr. C's already taking advantage of the new girl on his staff."

"Yeah, probably," Charlie laughed. "Well, I need to get back to work. Let me know if Connie tells you anything else."

Sandra started walking quickly to the copy room. She didn't want the guys to know she'd been listening to them. And she vowed to go talk to Connie.

Mike looked around nervously as he walked into the office and to his cubicle. He felt like everyone would be staring at him even though he knew his shirt and pants weren't overtly feminine.

He worried about the shoes he had chosen to wear- a pair of Sandra's black loafers. They looked almost the same as his men's loafers except that they had a little bit of a clunky heel and the top was more open so that more of his foot was visible. He knew he was taking a chance wearing them, but he didn't want to lose the feeling of being Michelle at work.

He made it to his cubicle without anyone saying anything to him. In fact, as far as he could tell, no one even gave him a second look even though several people said "Good Morning" to him as he walked through the aisles.

He was feeling fairly relaxed by the time he sat down at his desk and started to boot up his computer. Until Judy appeared at the opening of his cubicle.

"Hi, Mike, how are you today?" she asked.

Mike looked up at her without turning and taking his feet from under his desk. "I'm okay, Judy. How are you?"

"I'm good," she smiled. She moved on into his cubicle and leaned against the edge of his desk. "Listen, Mike, I saw you walking back from Mr. Crawford's office yesterday, and I just want you to know that I love your nail color on your toes and that your secret is safe with me."

Mike felt the heat rising up the back of his neck. "Thank you," he said softly. "I appreciate that."

Judy leaned down and put her hand on Mike's back. "And Mike," she said softly. "Whenever you're ready to come in as a woman you will have mine and Connie's full support." She rubbed her hand over his bra strap and made sure he knew she felt it.

Mike turned to look at his computer monitor. "T... thank you," he said softly.

Judy rubbed his back again. "Hose and a bra," she said softly. "That is so sexy."

She stood up and walked out before Mike could reply. He sat staring at his monitor, trying to focus. He typed his password in and watched the screen change. But he wasn't really able to make out the words and numbers. He didn't realize he was shaking until he felt Sandra's hand on his shoulder.

"Mike? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Sandra leaned down and put her mouth close to his ear.

"Judy just came down for a little chat," he whispered. "To let me know I'll have her support when I decide to come out."

"Shit!" Sandra said. "They were supposed to keep quiet. I'm going to go talk to them."

"Please don't," Mike said. "This is getting out of hand. Maybe if we leave it alone it'll just die out."

Sandra sighed. "I don't think so. Connie didn't keep her mouth shut, either."

Mike looked up at her. "Do what? Who did she tell?"

"One of the engineers. I think he's her boyfriend," Sandra said. "And he told his friend. I heard them talking in the break room."

Mike took a deep breath. "Well, I knew this could happen. I didn't think it would happen this fast, but I knew it probably would."

Sandra nodded. "I know. Listen, babe, you know Anita and I have your back. And if I have to I'll drag Joe into it, too."

"No," Mike said. "Leave him out of it."

"One of the guys in the breakroom, the one who is Connie's friend, said she told him that you go in Joe's office and lock the door. Like maybe you don't want to be interrupted."

"Damn!" Mike said. "Well, still, leave Joe's name out of things. Please?"

Sandra sighed. "Okay. For now," she said.

"For right now I just want to lay low. Those guys haven't said anything to me, and Judy isn't really bothering me. Let's just do our jobs. When I get a chance I'll let Joe know what's going on. I have to take some reports in to him later."

Sandra rubbed his back. "Okay, baby. If you say so."

Sandra left to go back to her cubicle and Mike was finally able to focus on his screen. He spent the morning verifying the names he had given Joe and checking other departments to see if others were involved. When he was sure he had them all he printed a report and walked to the copy room to get it.

"That's a pretty top, Mike."

Mike froze as he reached for the papers in the printer tray. He turned to look at an older woman he knew only as Norma. "Uh, you mean my shirt?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.

"Oh, yes, shirt. I'm sorry. Yes, that's a pretty shirt," she said.

Mike looked at the papers to make sure he had all of his. His hands were shaking. "Thank you," he said as he turned to go back to his cubicle.

Norma stepped up beside him and put her hand on his back. She was a large woman, taller than Mike by a couple of inches, and outweighing him by quite a few pounds. "Relax, dear," she said. "Just be who you are and it'll all be okay."

Mike looked at her, wondering how she knew. She chuckled and patted his back and said "Your secret is safe with me, dear" before she took her papers off of the printer and walked away.

"Apparently it's not much of a secret," he muttered under his breath as he walked back to his cubicle.

Mike sat at his desk thinking about what had happened in such a short time. He hadn't meant to come out, but he had. He still hadn't come to work in full Michelle mode, but he was thinking he might as well. Everyone seemed to know about his love of hose and bras, and even Norma had recognized his shirt as a women's top.

The buzzing phone jerked him out of his thoughts. He knew it was Joe.

"You got names for me, Michelle?"

Mike smiled. "Yes sir, I do."

"Bring them to my office, please," Joe said. "And, uh, lock the door when you come in."

Mike saw both Connie and Judy look up and smile when he walked by their cubicles. He tried to walk confidently, but his knees were shaking. He saw Connie look down at his shoes.

"Good morning, beautiful," Joe said when Mike closed and locked the door. "How's your day so far? Oh, you're Mich... well, you're kind of Michelle today. New top?" He had stood and walked around his massive desk as Mike came in.

Mike blushed. "It's one of Sandra's," he said. I went to her house when I left here. I didn't want to drive all the way to my house for a shirt since I was already late. Is it okay I wore this today?"

Joe laughed. "It's fine, honey." He gave Mike a quick peck on the lips. "Sit down. Is this for me?" He took the file folder from Mike's hand. "Do you want a drink?"

Mike laughed a nervous laugh. "It's not even noon yet. But, yes, please."

Joe tossed the file folder on his desk as he moved to the bar. He stopped and looked at Mike. "Something wrong?" he asked.

Mike laughed again. "Oh, I'm probably just being silly. But it seems like all of the sudden everyone knows about me. Judy and Connie saw me walk out of here yesterday without my shoes and noticed my hose and my toe nails. Connie told her friend, who told his friend. And just a few minutes ago a woman I barely even know told me my top is pretty and to just be myself and it's all going to be okay. I feel like things are crashing around me and I don't know what to do."

Mike accepted the drink Joe handed him and took a big drink of it. Joe had made himself a drink, too, and sat in the other chair in front of his desk.

"Older woman? Kind of a large lady?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," Mike told him. "I think her name is Norma. I'm not even sure what she does here, but she knows I wear a bra to work. And a woman's top."

Joe snorted. "Norma is the head of our HR department. Actually, Norma is our HR department. I brought her onboard a few months ago to help me handle another situation. I've told her a little about your situation. She knows how to handle it when you're ready."

"So, um, how much did you tell her? I mean, does she know about us?"

Joe took a drink and nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry to betray your trust, but I felt if best if Norma knew the whole situation. She doesn't like surprises. But don't worry. She is very discreet. The part about us will remain between us."

"Maybe not. Sandra overheard a couple of guys talking about me in the break room. About how trannies, his word not mine, like to suck dick. And that I've been coming to your office and we lock the door."

Joe sat back in his chair and sipped his drink. "Hmmm, okay. So maybe we haven't been quite as discreet as we thought we were. But remember this, honey. They think they know, but they don't know. And they won't know unless we let them."

Mike nodded. "I know. It just bothers me that they're out there thinking that about us. It makes me look like a cheap slut, and it makes you look like a dick of a boss who would do that to an employee."

Joe drained his drink and laughed. "Well, maybe I am a dick of a boss. But I know you're not a cheap slut."

Mike looked at his drink and shook his head. "Maybe I am. It didn't take much for you to get in my panties."

Joe stood in front of Mike and held his hands out. Mike let him pull him to his feet. Mike let Joe wrap his arms around him.

"Don't worry, honey," Joe said gently. "I'm not worried about what they say about me. And you shouldn't be worried about what they say about you. We both know the truth."

Mike buried his face in Joe's chest. "But what about your wife? I don't want your marriage to break up over this."

Joe laughed. "Don't worry about that. We both have our fun."

"Ok. So, do you want to look at those files and see if you have any questions?"

Joe laughed and let his hands slide down to Mike's ass and squeezed his cheeks hard. "Yes, I do. And when we're done I want you to log out of your computer and go see Norman... I mean Norma."

Mike stepped back and looked at him. "Norman?"

Joe smiled and nodded. "Norma now. She was once my brother-in-law. My wife's younger brother. Still is, I guess. But now she lives her life as Norma."

"So she has had the surgery?" Mike asked, waving his hands over his chest and crotch area.

Joe shook his head. "Nope. She's all male under those pretty dresses she wears."

Mike shook his head. "So, you and her... have you...?"

Joe shook his head. "No. we tried once, but it was just too weird. I'll tell you this, though. She wears pretty bras."

Michelle took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Sandra stood next to him and took his hand. Anita stood on the other side of him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Do I look okay?" he asked his friends.

Sandra leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You are beautiful," she said.

"Most of the women in the office wish they could look as good as you," Anita said.

Michelle laughed nervously. "Oh, you two!"

"Come on," Sandra said. "We can't stand out here in the parking lot all day. We have to go to work."

Michelle took a few steps with her, then stopped. "Are they going to laugh at me?" he asked.

Sandra and Anita both stopped. "No, honey, they won't laugh at you," Sandra said.

Michelle looked down at himself. His dress was a yellow sheath with small blue and red flowers on it. The hem hit his legs three inches above his knees. He wore control top pantyhose to hold his manly parts tight against his body. His shoes were yellow pumps with 1" spike heels. Yellow sunflower earrings dangled from his lobes. He carried a tan purse.

The outfit had looked so pretty... so sexy... so right for the office when he looked at himself in the full length mirror in Sandra's bedroom. But now he was second-guessing himself. Was it too dressy? Did he look like a man in a dress?

He let Sandra lead him to the door of the office building. Norma was waiting just inside the door.

"You look adorable," she smiled. "Let me know if you have any problems."

Michelle looked at her and tried to smile. He took a deep breath. "I will."

"Good morning, Michelle," the female security guard called out. "Pretty dress!"

Michelle looked at her and smiled.

His anxiety increased as they rode the elevator to the second floor. S

No one seemed to notice as they walked to Michelle's cubicle. In fact, they seemed to be purposely ignoring him. Until he reached his cubicle.

There was a large sign across the top of his cubicle that said "Welcome Michelle".

There were multiple greeting cards on his desk. There was a box of expensive chocolates.

He had tears in his eyes as he sat down and started to look at the cards, each one welcoming Michelle to work.

He looked up at Sandra and Anita.

"Thank you both so much," he said. "I never could have done this without you."

They both smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheeks.

"Now that we have this settled I have a question for you two," Anita said.

Mike and Sandra both looked at her.

"Am I going to be the Maid of Honor or the Best Man?"