Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 05:49:54 +0000 From: kimmie sissy <sissykimmie@hotmail.com> Subject: Kimmies New Job Part 1 This is a work of fiction and i dedicated it to the genius of tg fiction Gingerfredman Please feel free to respond sissykimmie@hotmail.com Kimmie's new Job Part 1: Well, after my escapades with Brad I knew from then on what I really wanted in life. I just wanted to get girlied up as often as I could and entertain men and other sissies, tvs, and cds. Suzy and I eventually grew out of our teens all the while continuing with our favourite hobbies of dressing, shopping, flirting and picking up boys and getting onto internet chat rooms...giggles. By the time I was 18 I was old enough to move from the family home and get a unit by myself in the city. Suzy moved with his parents to another city when he turned 18 and I didn't see much of Suzy after that. We kept in touch though on the internet and in chatrooms where we talked about all our sissy adventures. Suzy had turned into a really lovely looking tgirl and had been on hormones and developed really beautiful 34DDreasts that she was really proud of and which she love to show off by wearing really skimpy bras...giggles. She decided not to go all the way and get the snip, which I was glad of too. Both of us really loved being tgirls with sissycocks. With my new apartment and without the distractions of my parents I was now able to indulge myself in my favourite hobbies most of the time now...except while I was at work of course. That kind of bothered me in a way. I didn't feel good about being sneaky about my femininity. But it was something I had to put up with. At least I could go home at the end of the day with my pay packet and enjoy my other life. I'd found a job at a local post office where I served customers and sat at the front desk all day. It was rather boring but you got to meet some nice people and it wasn't too difficult. I was sort of looking forward to getting out of the job and getting into something that I'd been trained at such as graphic design. I felt this job was just a fill in until the right job came along. I kept looking for the right job but I just couldn't seem to find anything that suited me or looked exciting. And then one night it happened. The job of my dreams came a long. But before I tell you what it was I'll explain how it happened. After work each day, I'd get home and the first thing I'd do is have a nice long bath and wash away all that boyish stuff. I'd shave my whole body very carefully and make myself as smooth as possible. Then I'd make myself smell pretty too by spraying just a hint of perfume over my freshly shaved and cleaned body. Then I'd shampoo my hair and put it up in a girly bun with a towel wrapped around my head. While it dried I'd slowly and very carefully apply my makeup. First the powder pack, eyeliner and some lipstick...I always preferred the cherry red lippy. After applying the makeup I'd then sashay over to my underwear drawers next to my bed and begin putting on my favourite lingerie. I loved femmy colours like yellow, blue and especially white. Wearing white would always bring back hot memories of my night with Brad wearing the wedding lingerie. First I'd put my stockings and suspenders on then a matching bra and then my panties for the night. Ooooh how I love putting these things on and every time I did it never failed to harden my little sissycock. It was always a stretch getting my little clitty into the panties I preferred but that was half the fun...giggles. When I was fully girlied up I'd then either get onto the internet or a chatroom (oh by the way this is what I did when I didn't go out with other sissies or boys...giggles), and find someone or something to help me get rid of my boyjuices which I'd naturally built up in my tiny little sissyballs throughout the day thinking about my evening adventures. That night instead of getting on the internet, I decided to read some of my favourite magazines. As well as the usual teen girl magazines I'd got a subscription to the two big magazines for sissies like me and their admirers. Pantyboy Magazine and Sissyboy Magazine. Pantyboy was a famous mag published by the porn supremo Gingerfredman and Sissyboy was a rival upstart attempting to grab some of the market that had arisen from the popularity of Pantyboy a runaway success. I love just lying my girly bed or on the floor reading my sissy magazines while wearing my lingerie. Looking at all the girly fashions and reading all the sexy letters. And also stroking my sissycock as I looked at all the pictures of the sissies in their sexy lingerie. Some of the stories were so sexy and I loved the pictorials which showed photographs of the sissies and their lovers and included captions on the photos. Mmmm...yummy they were so scrummy...giggles. It made me feel so good to know there were other sissies just like me. Anyway, I digress...one night while reading the new Sissyboy Magazine, I was just browsing through the back section where the classified ads usually were and I noticed a job advertisement for a graphic designer and office all-rounder for Sissyboy Magazine itself. Wow, I thought that sounds like a job just for me. I was so excited I jumped up off the floor and logged on to the Sissyboy Magazine website and double checked to see if the job was still available. When I saw that it was and that I could apply online, I spent the next couple of hours drafting a letter to the magazine's editor and publisher Mr Humphrey Bacall. I told them that I'd been trained as a graphic designer, that I knew a bit about computers and that I'd read Sissyboy Magazine and it's competitor Pantyboy. I didn't tell them that I in fact was a sissy too, as I didn't know if that was a good idea. I just let them know that I liked the magazine a lot and would love to work in a publishing environment with creative people. Mr Bacall wrote a quick reply to me that evening saying how pleased he was to get my application and would I be prepared to have an interview the very next day. I wrote back promptly and told him that because I already had a job I'd have to meet him either during lunch or immediately after work. Mr Bacall wrote back and agreed to an interview after work at his office. Well, you could imagine how excited I was. I quickly gathered all my portfolio together and prepared it for viewing by Sissyboy Magazine and got out my best interview clothes (boys' clothes-yuk). Then I went to bed early with my Sissyboy Magazine and played with my sissyclitty while laying in bed and eventually milked myself of all my boycream and went to sleep and had very exciting dreams. In fact it was hard to sleep at all with my excitement and I was up very early the next morning preparing for my interview that evening. I checked my portfolio and put it in my briefcase along with some other essentials including a hair brush and nail clippers and a toothbrush. And just in case I also slipped a clean pair of white panties into the briefcase just in case I decided to go out later...giggles. It was very difficult for me to concentrate at work that day. I was in a sort of a daydream all day imagining what fun I could have if I was lucky enough to get the job. I had to snap myself out of it on a number of occasions because I was building myself up so much I may have become disappointed if I didn't get the job. I didn't want to be let down so hard so I focussed on the job at hand. However, even that was difficult, because I was wearing the skimpiest pair of thong panties under my boy's trousers my little sissycock was constantly hard and nearly dripping. I had to go to the bathroom a couple of times to check that I didn't have a wet spot on the front of my pants.... When work finished that day I was so excited. I went to the bathroom and made sure I looked OK. I made sure my hair was nice and clean and well combed. Then I brushed my teeth and I put a little bit of rouge on my lips just to give them a bit of blush and put a faint hint of powder on my face. I thought well what the hell I won't go over the top with the makeup, but I'll use just a bit. After all designers are often a bit sissy anyway. I rushed over to the offices of Sissyboy Magazine across town and nervously entered the building that housed their offices. It was a large building with marble staircases and lots of fine furniture and palm trees and beautiful people all walking around in the foyer of the building. The building housed banks, insurance companies and of course some publishing empires including Sissyboy which was located on the 13th floor. I took the elevator up and entered the lobby of the 13th where I saw that Sissyboy Magazine was occupying the entire floor. It was carpeted and had paintings all around and a visitors section, a photographic studio and sections for the editorial staff, graphic designers, and the secretarial staff. My heart was pounding as I approached the receptionist at the front desk. The girl at the font desk reception smiled at me. She was blonde and wore pretty ribbons in her hair. She had a low cut blouse on which I could see all the way down her cleavage, as I peered over the desk at her. I could also see that she was wearing a pink mini-skirt and white high top pantyhose...wow she was sexy and seeing her sitting there with her legs open just enough to get a peak at her panties nearly made me cum there on the spot and - god forbid - I nearly turned me into a heterosexual. I smiled my best business and boyish (yuk smile) as I approached. Hi, my names Kim Jones and I'm applying for the graphic design job that was advertised last week. "Oh hi" she said "My name is Gerri, I'll just let Mr Bacall know you're here. Take a seat and relax. Would you like a tea or a coffee" she asked. "Just a glass of water" I nervously replied as she rose from her seat and sashayed very girlishly in her 5" high heels over towards the kitchen. I watched as her perfect bottom wiggled it's way around the kitchen preparing my glass of water. When she returned she handed it to me and noticed I was shaking a little. "Don't worry sweetie, Mr Bacall is very friendly...i'm sure you'll find him fascinating and with the sort of interest you showed in your application you're bound to get a job here." "I'll just go and let him know you're here" she said as she turned again she winked at me as she disappeared into the big office next to the reception area. I sipped politely on the water as I looked at all the magazines around the reception area. There were back issues of Sissyboy along with copies of the rival Pantyboy Magazine. However, I couldn't bring myself to look at them as they may have made me feel a little too excited before having my interview. Eventually Gerri emerged from the big office and sat back down at the reception desk and said that Mr Bacall will only be a short while as he was on the phone to a photographer who was having a few problems with one of the Sissyboy Magazine models. Just to keep the chat going I asked what the problem could be. Gerri replied that the model didn't want to get undressed as she didn't have a nice pair of panties that day. She only had big white cotton tail panties and felt they did not do her any justice. Gerri said she didn't have a spare pair of panties with her otherwise the model could have borrowed them. Besides, Gerri said that she may have been a little to big for the Sissyboy model anyway. I asked what size the model was and Gerri replied that she was about a size 10. I thought about it and thought what the hell and told Gerri that I happened to have a size 10 pair of thong panties in my brief case now if that is any help. Gerri squealed and patted my hand girlishly and giggled. Then she said that my little secret was safe with here but she also said that it was only safe if I wanted it to be. Then asked me to just hold tight a moment and I'd go and see if Mr Bacall had sorted the problem out. After a few minutes Gerri emerged again and wiggled over towards me smiling and said that if they could borrow the panties they would pay me back with a new pair or just write me a cheque. I opened my briefcase and produced the tiny pretty little pair of panties and handed them daintily to Gerri how looked at me cheekily and winked and said she'd just go and give them to the Photographer. Gerri wiggled sexily into the studio room with the panties and was gone for a few minutes and when she returned she commented how the model was delighted and as soon as she saw the panties her little clitty rose to attention and she was out of her clothes and into that sexy little outfit before you could say sissyclitty. Then Gerri sat down next to me and said that she had to get some details for the files. How old I was, did I have any mental or physical illnesseses, driver's license etc, etc, etc. Then she said that she thought I looked very pretty for a boy. I said thanks and then she said something that nearly caused me to faint. She said, "when I'm not dressed for work I look a llittle bit like you too, but I hate being a boy, I'd much rather be a girly all the time"....then she giggled and wiggled back to her reception desk. I was dumbfounded by the revelation that Gerri was a sissyboy too. Wow, now I was really determined to get this job and my sissycock was really getting hard now thinking about the possibilities and fun I could have working for this organisation. Gerri winked at me again and told me that I was already virtually in the job because she had told Mr Bacall that she thought I may be a sissyboy too. I sort of blushed a little and giggled a bit...then she girlishy patted me on the knees again and said not to worry Mr Bacall likes his staff to have first hand experience at the work they do, especially his graphic designers. After a few more minutes Gerri took a call from the main office and peeked over the reception desk to tell me that Mr Bacall was ready to see me now. Gerri stood and motioned me towards the big office. I walked behind Gerri as she girlishly sashayed towards Mr Bacall's office Gerri opened the door for me and let me in then she left and closed the door behind me. I was standing in the room with Mr Bacall who was flicking through my portfolio of designs that Gerri had copied and given to him. Mr Bacall was seated at his desk. Although he was sitting down I could tell that he was quite fit. He was at least 55 years old with silver hair and a clean white business suit on. His desk was polished Oak and behind him were all the covers of the Sissyboy Magazines that he had published which were all beautifully framed and mounted on the wall. There were also copies of other magazines including the catalogues such as Sissy Shopper, Sissy Holidays and a new magazine called SissyLover, a classified advertising magazine for for admirers of sissyboys and sissies themselves. All the covers featured a picture of a different sissyboy for each issue. Sometimes the cover featured an illustration of a sissy or an actual photo of a sissyboy. Mr Bacall motioned for me to sit down. I sat directly in front of him in the big leather chair that was provided and looked around the room. Mr Bacall smiled at me and leaned forward to shake my hand. His hand was big and manly compared to mine which was tiny and effeminate by comparison. Mr Bacall leaned back in his chair with his arms folded and asked a few things which didn't relate much to the job. I guess he was just trying to get to know me a little bit before the serious interview started. "So, Kim, tell me first, do you have a problem with the sort of material which our company publishes?" "No of course not" I replied Then I cheekily said that If I did I wouldn't be applying for the job. "That's good" said Mr Bacall, "I just need to clear that up with interviewees before I proceed". So your portfolio shows you are a talented designer and that this will be your first job as a designer. Well all I can say is that having looked in detail at your work I think you'd be ideally suited to the position. I don't really need to interview you beyond asking if you want the job or not. But before I get an answer from you I'll say that I'll put you on a starting salary of $(US)50K per annum including holiday pay and sick leave. You'll also have a mobile phone and a new computer for work and one new laptop for home if you wish. You can work both from home and your office, I don't mind so long as the work gets done." "So....how about it ....do you want the job?" At first I just sat there with my mouth open and didn't know what to say. Then I finally managed to get something out...."uuummmmm....welll....ahhh yes sir...I'd love the job....Um....when do I start? "How about on Monday morning first thing....be here at 9am sharp and I'll get Gerri to set you up..." "Look Kimmie, I'm a bit busy at the moment so how about I just leave you with Gerri and she can help you filling out the paperwork and all that boring stuff then she can show you around the offices and the studios....and I'll see you next Monday.." "Sure....that would be great" I responded with a grateful smile. I thought also that I heard him call me Kimmie and my little clitty cock started to writhe inside my panties. Mr Bacall got up and straightened himself out and walked towards the door. He motioned me first and directed me towards the door. I had a little bit of a girlish walk and I sort of exaggerated it a bit as I proudly proceeded towards the exit. I sashayed a little bit in my boyish (yuk) clothes and I'm sure he noticed. I felt his hand brush the small of my back as he lead me out of the room. "Thanks Gerri, could you look after Kimmie now and show him around while I deal with all the other issues of the day. Welcome aboard Sissyboy Kimmie, I'm sure we're going to get on just fine and you'll be a valued member of our team."...I loved the way that he called me Kimmie again and I was sure too that we were going to have loads of fun working here with the team....especially with a sexy team leader like Mr Bacall I giggled quietly to myself. Then Mr Bacall closed the door to the office. Gerri swung around in her chair and squealed delightedly and rushed over to me and gave me a big hug and congratulated me on getting the job. I squealed girlishly too without realising it. Gerri took me by the hand and started to show me around. First she showed me all the important things like the kitchen, the medical cabinet and fire extinguisher and then to the toilets and bathrooms. She said that there were both male and female bathrooms but the sissyboys shared the bathroom and toilets with the genetic girls that might be in the office. The view was that if there was genetic girls here at all then they probably wouldn't mind. Then she giggled and said that if the sissyboys are feeling a bit aroused after a model shoot they might go into the boys room and have a bit of fun in there anyway...then we both giggled like a couple of little girls. Then Gerri showed me into the design section where there were two other girls working at computers. Gerri introduced me to them. "Girls this is the new designer Kim Jones....Kim this is Pauline and Terri". Both girls stood up and in their girlish ways took my hand and shook it. They were both very pretty. Pauline was wearing a pair of pink hotpants and stockings with little strappy sandles. She had Short dark hair and her makeup was immaculate. Terri was blond and also wore hotpants only hers where white and a bit shorter than Pauline's. She also shook my hand in a girlish but businesslike manner. Both girls were really nice and said how they couldn't wait to work for me. Then one said that it would be nice to have a real man around the place and they both giggled. They were really both so pretty I couldn't tell if they were in fact sissyboys. My head was spinning and I didn't really take what they said as an insult but just a bit of girlish fun and then Gerri took me by the hand again and took me into the editorial room where I met the editors and some other staff. I forgot all their names almost immediately I was so excited. Then Gerri took me back to the office and gave me a few things about the company police and took down some more details about me and at the end of