Frankie Ch. 5

Valerie

Part Five

I had been going to work dressed as a male returning home after work and becoming a young woman for my love, Susie for several months now. Over this period I had plucked my eyebrows and worn clear nail polish on my fingers. I had also let my hair grow out and styled it into a unisex bob. No one at work said anything to me about the gradual changes I was making although I don’t know if they were talking behind my back.
I could tell something was going on with Susie of late and I asked her what was cooking. She said “Sit down we need to have a conversation. I don’t think it’s fair for you to have to lead two separate live just for me. I think you should live happily as just one person. Your name is Francis or Frankie but I call you Frances or Fran. It is only one letter different. I filled out a legal request to change your name by that one letter. I also filled out an application for a new driver’s license. We will go down town tomorrow and get these things submitted. It should only take about a week to have everything in place. I want you to give notice at work that you are resigning your position in two weeks. I’ve circled several ads from the paper that I think you would be great for you. Read over them and let me know what you think.” “I never thought of this as something permanent. I thought I would simply make you happy on my time away from work. I don’t know about making it permanent.” I answered. “You enjoy it completely. It’s not just to please me. I see how much you like dressing up and fooling people. No one has found you out. You even managed to change your voice by whispering when you speak. Wouldn’t you like to have to stop changing every day after work?” she added. “Well yes it would be a lot easier to live as just one gender. Are you sure we can make those changes you suggested?” I challenged. “I’m sure. Now read over those jobs I circled.” She ordered.
I gave notice at work and resigned to the fact that I was about to begin a new chapter in my life as a woman. Once I had stopped working as a man and was now living every day all day as a cute woman Susie had me go to the beauty parlor and have my hair professionally highlighted and styled. My name had been legally changed and we went to the DMV and had my picture put on a new driver’s license. She boxed up all my male clothing and dropped it at the Salvation Army office. Over the following weekend we went over the want ads and selected several jobs that seemed possible. Susie helped me draft a resume showing my work experience insuring that it did not sound too masculine but remained accurate.

We picked out three opportunities to explore. One was an office receptionist /telephone operator for a dentist. Another one was a photographer’s assistant. Lastly was one for a cocktail waitress/bartender. We mailed out resumes and waited.  All three called and I set up dates and times to go for an interview. I was very nervous and therefore set them up for late afternoon so that Susie could go with me and be there after I finished in case anything went wrong. Susie arranged her schedule to be there for me.

I arrived at the dentist’s office and filled out an interview form in the waiting room. A female dental assistant came out and told me that Doctor Wentworth would see me now. I was wearing a powder blue dress that came to mid-thigh and hugged my waist. The dress was full and flowing but modest. I wore two inch heels and sheer pantyhose. I went into his office and took a seat that he offered. We chatted for about ten minutes about his dentistry practice and then he asked about some of the positions I had held in the past.  I told him how much I enjoyed working with people and felt I would be an asset to his practice. I noticed how often his gaze would wander from my face to my exposed legs. I could tell the interview was approaching closure so I took a chance and crossed my legs carefully giving him a view of my thigh as I did so. We shook hands and I walked out of his office with a promise that he would call me after he finished interviews with other interested people. I could feel his eyes on me all the way to his office door. He wasn’t a letch just a normal male. Susie was waiting and I told her that it went fine and then began laughing at the experience. We laughed most of the way home.

Two days later I went to the photographer’s office. He was slightly younger than me. He was very casually dressed in slacks and a tee shirt. He ushered into a wide open space full of light stands, sheets of various colors stretched on movable frames and of course tons of cameras of all sizes. He motioned me to sit on a high stool that was placed in the middle of a white quilt. I walked over to it but hesitated when I realized that getting perched up on it was going to be somewhat difficult in my outfit. I was wearing a sheer red silk blouse and a light gray skater skirt with four inch heels and nude pantyhose. I sucked in my breath and just did it. I am sure he got quite the show in the process. He walked around as he explained the job. He turned on lights and redirected them. He adjusted the screens around me to reflect the lights he had turned on and then went and looked through the lens of several different cameras.  He explained the job required maintaining a schedule of appointments both on premises as well as weddings and other events that he agreed to shoot.  He said I would be working closely with him making sure we had sufficient and correct film. I would be expected to move the lights, reflector stands and cameras. I would also help set up the filming area and help dress any women in the shoot. He explained that although he did not require a uniform he would prefer that his assistant dress in a feminine way both to please the client as well as put any female clients at ease. We chatted a little while longer and then he asked if he could take my picture so he could better remember me when deciding on whom to hire. I agreed and he began shooting pictures. He went to another camera and asked me to cross my legs, which I did and he took more pictures. He told me I was very attractive and then told me to pull the hem of my skirt up just a little to show just a tad more leg. I told him that I thought he had enough pictures and that it was time I left but thank you for his time and consideration. I eased off the stool and left. I told Susie what had happened and she said “That little sleaze. I bet he does that to every applicant.” “Just the pretty ones.” I retorted and we laughed.

Three days later I entered the restaurant and filled out an application form and waited at the bar.  A middle aged, over weight man approached and sat down next to me. He offered his hand and told me he was the owner and explained the job. He said most of the time I would be taking drink orders and delivering the drinks to the tables. He said all the tips were pooled and split evenly between the bartender and the wait staff. We only have one bartender per shift and they need to take breaks. I will need you to fill in at the bar when they go on break. I will expect you to learn how to mix drinks. We have a computerized bar guide you can look up any drink and follow the instructions but most of the requests will be for simple drinks, wine and beer. If you get an order that is complicated just tell the client that the full time bartender will be right back to fix it for them. I told him that it seemed simple enough and that I would like to have the job. He hesitated a little and then said “There is one more thing. We like our waitresses to wear a uniform. Let me show you the uniform. In fact why don’t you try it on and make sure you are okay with it. He took me back to a storage area and took an outfit off a rack “I think this one will fit you.” He pointed to a dressing stall with a curtain closure “You can change in there.” I took the costume and went to change. I had to completely strip. The costume resembled a cheerleader outfit. The leg openings were French cut almost to my waist so I had to remove my panties and the top had its own bra built in so I had to remove my bra. I left on my sheer pantyhose and pulled the costume up and struggled with the rear zipper until I was able to get it all the way up. I adjusted the fit until it covered as much as it was intended to cover and walked out to where he was waiting. “There now, you look great. What do you think?” he asked. I blushed a little and pulled on the extremely short skirt in honest modesty. “Turn around let me see.” He suggested. I spun around letting go of the skirt so that it flared up a little. “I guess its okay.” I answered. “You can wear sneakers or heels, but the girls who wear heels make far better tips.” he told me.  I would have to find a way to fill the bra area but I could live with the skimpy costume. “Okay go change, sleep on it and call me tomorrow if you want the job.” He stood up and walked away. I changed and left. I told Susie about the cheerleader outfit and she smirked a little waiting for my reaction. I said that I would be turned on all night wearing it in front of everyone. Once again we broke out in laughter all the way home.

The next day the dentist office called and left a message that the position had been filled. The photographer never called and Susie told me to accept the waitress job and if I didn’t like it after a week I could always seek another job. I called the owner and accepted the job and he told me to come in at five until one that very afternoon.

I fussed with my makeup forever because it had to be perfect. Susie ran out and got me a pair of elasticized sheer pantyhose that are a little thicker and hold any possible jiggle in place. I pulled on a pair of slacks and a loose blouse and headed to the bar. There was one other waitress on duty with me and we took turns changing into our little cheerleader outfits. She explained that although all the outfits were essentially the same they represented the different teams. I let her go first and then I changed. Susie had put dry white rice into the feet of a pair of spoiled pantyhose and tied a knot. She squeezed and manipulated the gains and stretched the hose around the mound of rice until she was satisfied, tied a knot and then cut away the excess stocking.  She told me to put them into the uniform to keep the built-in bra nice and full. She said if someone brushed up against me or even grabbed a boob, it would feel normal. I finally emerged and Sally the other girl said I looked great and we headed out to meet the duty bartender. I was shocked to see a woman behind the bar. She was wearing extremely short hot pants and a loose halter top that allowed her obviously braless breasts to swing gently about as she worked the bar. The shorts were nylon and clung to her ass and nestled into her crack only allowing her to be wearing a tiny thong if anything. She said hi to Sally and told me how she liked to run the bar. She told me where to put the incoming drink orders and where she would place the drinks for me to add whatever fruit or straws that were required. Sally and I walked around the table area and she pointed out what tables she would take and which ones were mine.

The first time I felt a hand on my ass I was shocked and nearly jumped away. The only thing keeping me standing where I was is that I was balancing a full tray of drinks.  I glared down at him and he smiled and rubbed my as cheek a little more. I thought to myself “If you only knew buster.” I watched Sally serving her tables whenever I wasn’t busy with my tables and noticed that she would step between the patrons at the table and then lean over to place the drink in front of the patron to the left while presenting her ass right into the face of the patron on her right. She would work her way around the table ensuring that each male got a very up-close view. I asked her if she realized what she was doing. “Are you kidding?  I‘m doing it intentionally.  It brings out a lot more bucks for the tip jar. You should try it.”  By the time my shift was over I had been pinch at least a half dozen times and my ass caressed more than a dozen. No one went for my breasts primarily because I always had the drink tray in the way. When I got home Susie was asleep so I just put on my nightie and snuggled alongside her and went to sleep thinking about all the people I had fooled tonight and how it felt to be a woman, all night and out in public.