Jon had never been in a business meeting before, but he quickly discovered that once his itches were gone and he was able to concentrate, he found it quite fascinating. Numbers played off each other, flow charts led to natural and logical conclusions, he even took part in the brainstorming session. By the time the meeting had wrapped up and everyone stood to leave, Jon was in the full swing of if. He was sad to see it end, but knew that Girl World had good things in store for him.
Standing up from his chair, Jon could still feel the sticky residue from the short balding man's spill. Not that he minded. It was a small price to pay for sanity. He could always find new stockings and shoes, Girl World seemed to have them around every corner, but he was pretty sure that if he lost his mind they wouldn't be able to replace that.
The smartly dressed business men had left the room immediately after the presentation was done. One or two had walked out with some of the crossdressers, one had even taken one of the sissies on his arm. Jon shuddered. He looked across the table and saw that two of the crossdressers were still sitting together, giggling and gossiping about people who had been around the table. Rolling his eyes, Jon turned on his heels and wiggled out of the room. He didn't want be associated with their type.
Knowing that he, too, looked smart, Jon paused outside the room and checked out his reflection in a tall window to a darkened office. His breast forms filled the top of his flower-printed sundress nicely, showing a generous amount of cleavage. A smile formed on his red lips as he saw how well his hose-encased legs looked with the combination of a short hemline and high heels. All in all he felt wonderful, good looking, macho even.
Not wanting to be vain, Jon walked away from his reflection, passed a crowd of crossdressers at a watercooler, and wandered aimlessly through the room. The sound of work created a din in the air; keyboards being typed on, phones ringing, people talking, all created a low level hum that made Jon smile. Something about that place made him feel great!
Finally Jon came to a stop in front of an unoccupied office. The sign on the door held his name! Well, thought Jon, maybe this is why it feels so familiar! He walked into the room, turned on the lights and crossed over to the desk. It was a large office situated in the corner of the building. The view out the windows were spectacular, the desk was impressive, even the furniture was expensive.
Jon let himself sink into the plush leather chair behind the desk and lean back. He loved his heels, the way they made him feel tall, tough, but sometimes it was nice to sit down and let his feet rest. Without thinking, Jon opened a desk drawer and absentmindedly pulled out a compact to check his reflection. His lipstick looked good, but could use a touch up. Don't want to get chapped lips he thought as he pulled the tube from his purse.
Just as he was completing the inspection of his reflection, a tall skinny man in grey slacks walked into his office.
"Jon, thank God you're here. We need to talk. There's been a problem with..."
