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As Girly As It Gets - The Dress Code - Part 13
🕑 Added 2023-02-06 14:13:41 +0000 UTCWeek 6, Terry hopped into Moira’s car and wished her a good morning. They headed off to the gym for their morning aerobics. After their workout, Amber pulled them aside to do a quick weigh-in. Terry was astounded to find that he had lost over 12 pounds. He was most surprised because he felt like his breasts were growing instead of shrinking.
Moira had noticed that some of Terry’s old suit jackets were looking a little oversized on him. The exercise was redistributing some of the remaining weight. Terry had not noticed, but his curves were becoming more well-defined. His waist was a bit smaller and his chest had increased as had his hips. Moira, being a woman, suspected he needed a larger cup size for his bras. That would not be a happy realization for Terry.
He was probably going to need some new suits in a smaller size. The first suits Moira bought she chose slightly roomy for Terry so that he might not notice the cut of the suit. Her plan had worked. However, as Terry toned up and they bought new suits, Moira wanted to get outfits that fit Terry’s figure. She had no plans for skin-tight business suits. However, any new suits would be a bit more molded to his new body shape. Like every morning, Terry and Moira had their morning drink from the salon bar, and they stopped by the finishing stylists before leaving for the office.
Monday morning was like most mornings in the last few weeks. Terry got the coffee and dug into his filing and copying. Several of the other girls dropped off copying while Terry was in the copying room and Terry did not get into his office until almost 11:00. Moira informed Terry that she had taken several calls regarding their outstanding proposals and had made the required updates. Terry sipped his coffee as he looked over the outstanding proposals.
Moira was doing more of the boilerplate on their proposals. Terry was relieved since he had less time due to his early morning duties. Somehow, he missed that those duties were not really his. During lunch, Moira, Doreen, and Terry all drank smoothies and then they went for a walk outside. The smoothies along with the morning post-workout fruit bar drinks and their controlled eating had helped both Moira and Terry to lose weight and define their shape. Doreen decided she needed to join them.
When they returned, they all stopped by Moira’s desk for a moment. Moira’s phone rang and Doreen motioned for Terry to move away with her so they would not disturb Moira. Doreen moved towards the large conference room and entered the room. Terry was surprised when Doreen walked over to the coffee and tea bar and started moving things around. She kept up a banter with Terry until she asked offhandedly, “Terry could you grab those things off the conference table.
I forgot I need to get this room cleaned up and I only have a minute or two.” Terry cleaned a few coffee cups, some used papers, and a few pencils. He deposited most of it in the trash and was turning towards Doreen when she handed him a wet rag and asked him to wipe down the table. Terry felt silly, but he quickly washed down the table and arranged the chairs as he worked his way around the table. Doreen had prepared a tray with a pitcher of water and several empty water glasses.
She took Terry’s rag and handed him the tray. Terry placed the tray on the table and returned to Doreen wondering what else they needed to do. “Terry I really appreciate your help. Thank you.” Doreen smiled and started for the door with Terry in tow. Terry responded, “It’s no problem. I mean it wasn’t like it was a lot of work. I am happy to help” Doreen saw Moira observing them leaving the conference room. She smiled broadly and jerked her eyes towards Terry. Moira laughed. As Terry made his way back towards his office, Moira was still on the phone.
She covered the mouthpiece and motioned to Terry. “Terry, can you make me a quick copy of these pages. I need to notate them based on this conversation. I don’t want to mark up the originals. Thanks.” Terry took the proffered document and headed to the copying room. He quickly made a copy and stapled the original and copy. Terry headed back to Moira and gave her the documents. Moira smiled and mouthed thanks before returning to her call. Terry went into his office and immediately pulled out his phone to check his lipstick and his hair.
He brushed his hair behind his ear and stared for a moment at his earrings. He really liked the way his earrings looked. He used his finger and applied additional lipstick to even out his lips. He looked much better and he smiled at his phone. Terry then grabbed his coffee cup and headed out to get a refill. As Terry passed Moira’s desk, she gazed up and motioned with her eyes toward her own coffee cup. Terry snatched it up and headed to the kitchenette. While Moira was still on the office phone, she was reviewing Terry’s recent makeup check on her cell phone.
Terry soon returned and dropped off Moira’s coffee. Terry sat down at his desk and sipped his coffee. Terry noticed his hand and found himself checking out his nails. Terry momentarily spaced out as he wondered what he should do next. A little later, Moira refilled Terry’s coffee and asked him what he was working on. Terry said he was reading one of the proposals. Moira was skeptical. She had been getting updates from Terry’s phone as he checked his looks almost every 20-30 minutes all afternoon.
She wondered if Terry was evolving into a bimbo secretary who constantly checked her makeup and nails that he had described in a derogatory way only a few weeks ago. Moira looked at Terry, “Terry, what are you doing after work today?” Terry was jolted from his thoughts. “Nothing planned. What did you have in mind?” Moira closed the door to the office. “Terry, girls know this. I’m just afraid you are sort of unaware.” Terry grabbed his phone and turned on his application. He couldn’t see anything wrong.
Moira laughed. Terry was getting a little vain. “Terry, I think you and I need to revisit our favorite bra store.” Terry was totally caught off guard. “I have a drawer full of bras I don’t want. Why would I willingly go back there?” Moira got that good teacher, bad student look on her face. “Terry, I think your bras might be too small.” Terry was aghast. “I lost weight. It’s not possible. Everything should be shrinking.” Moira shook her head. “Terry, I just know what I see with my eyes when we are at the gym in the morning. You have definitely lost weight.
But, I am worried that your chest may be defying your efforts, if only temporarily. We can resolve this quickly. We stop by the store and get you measured. If I am wrong, I’ll buy dinner at a nice restaurant. If I am right, you’ll be buying bras and dinner. What do you say?” Terry shook his head, “I know I lost weight. I can’t take your money.” Moira challenged him, “You’re afraid to lose.” Terry responded, “No I am not. I just know I’m right.” Moira turned and opened the door. “I’ll call and get a reservation for dinner and get our favorite salesperson to stay late.
We’ll leave in about an hour.” And, she was gone. Terry wanted to respond. He did not want to go. He didn’t have anything else to do. He’d like to go out to dinner. He just shook his head and accepted the inevitable. As he was deciding to get back to work, he grabbed his phone and turned his chair from the door. He checked out his look. He snatched his lipstick from the bag and twisted the point out. He applied the lipstick directly. It had a much smoother look. He just had to keep people from seeing him doing it. He smiled and smoothed his hair.
Moira received the video of Terry checking himself and shook her head. He obviously needed more makeup to keep himself busy when he was short on work. Since they were carpooling lately, Moira drove straight to the Sweet Nothings lingerie shop. Sara greeted them with a smile. The three of them made their way into a booth. Sara told them there was one other customer in the shop and she should be done in a few minutes.
Sara told Terry to remove his coat and his blouse. Terry hung the items on a hook and also slipped off his pink camisole which matched the bra he was wearing. Terry stared at himself wearing a pink underwire in the mirror. All he could see was himself, a man wearing a pink bra and it looked wrong. Terry and Sara both saw a woman. With his hair, makeup, and earrings along with his endowments, Terry didn’t even whisper ‘man’. Sara measured Terry’s chest. Moira immediately noticed that Terry’s chest bulged above his cups.
Sara confirmed Moira’s suspicion indicating that Terry indeed needed a 38 C cup bra. Sara left the dressing room and retrieved the same bra Terry was wearing in a larger cup size. It fit like a glove and even Terry had to admit that it looked better and felt more comfortable. Sara had a card in her hand and left to retrieve several other bras. She brought in multiple bras which seemed to be the same ones he had at home.
She told him that this way his bras would still match his camisoles and matching panties. Terry dutifully tried on each of the bras and it was clear that he needed the larger size. Terry wore the new pink bra that matched his camisole and panties. Moira was carrying his coat. Terry put on his blouse and with a couple of bras on his arm he went over to the checkout. There on the counter was a pile of bras that looked like someone had raided his dresser at home. Sara joked that he needed to keep them separate from the old bras. But, she suggested that he should keep the older ones in case his situation decreased.
Sara told Terry that in spite of his initial position, she had enrolled him in their frequent bra-buying club. She said that the last time Terry had come in he had gotten at least one bra-free. Terry was embarrassed but he thanked her. She also indicated that he would get one of tonight’s purchases free. As she was ringing his purchases up, a voice from behind Terry said, “I love the bra club. Only an idiot wouldn’t sign up. You’ve already gotten two free bras.” Without thinking, Terry said, “You’re probably right.” As he turned around and looked directly into Doreen’s face. “Oh, my God. Doreen, what are you doing here?” Terry was in complete meltdown mode. Doreen pulled Terry into a hug. She tried to comfort him.
Terry was crying almost hysterically. “Terry, Terry calm down. It’s no big deal.” As Doreen held Terry his breasts were supported by his bra and they pushed into Doreen. There was no hiding his endowments. She could feel the bra straps she knew he was wearing. She reached down to the counter with one of her hands and fingered one of his new bras as Sara was wrapping everything up. “Terry, I can feel your breasts and I can see by the bras you are buying that you need to wear a bra. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll keep your secret.” Terry was still whimpering. Moira was rubbing his back. Sara offered some tissues.
As Terry started to regain control, Sara asked Terry for his credit card. Terry opened his bag and pulled out his wallet. He paid for his bras and Sara gave him another one of her cards which indicated he only needed to buy another couple of bras before his next free bra. Sara gave him a couple of pairs of panties in thanks for his purchases. As Terry was trying to get himself together, Doreen paid for her new bras. Doreen and Moira were talking to Terry and trying to calm him down.
Moira indicated they were going out to dinner and Doreen invited herself along. Before he realized it, Moira had invited Sara to join them. At the restaurant, Terry, Doreen, and Moira left their coats in the car. Terry had not noticed that with his new bra, his assets were a bit more noticeable. As they entered the restaurant, no one saw anything but four professional women out for a nice dinner. Terry was still reeling from the revelation that Doreen now knew his secret. Moira got the first round of drinks ordered quickly.
As Terry sucked his gin and tonic down, Moira had already motioned to the waitress to deliver a second round. Since Doreen already knew many of Terry’s secrets, she was not as initially inquisitive as she might have been otherwise. Sara, it turned out, was quite the conversationalist. The three girls talked around Terry for the first few minutes before asking his opinion on several inane reality shows. Slowly, they sucked Terry into the conversation. During dinner, Doreen offhandedly asked, “So, Terry, I’m sorry about surprising you.
I had no idea you shopped at the same place as I did. Of course, why would I have expected to run into you there with Moira? It looked like you were having to replace your bras with a larger cup size.” Terry was staring at Doreen unsure what to say. However, Sara not realizing any of this was a secret jumped in, “Yes, Terry has jumped to a full C cup. I was surprised because Terry seemed to think he would only be wearing bras for a short time.
But we replaced his old bras with new ones so he can wear the matching sets with his panties and camisoles.” Terry was not sure whether he was happy that Sara had answered for him or not. But he was confident he had never been so embarrassed in his life. Doreen continued, “Well, Terry I want to congratulate you on two things. First of all, it takes a big man to be willing to wear a bra when all of society would probably look at it as wrong. On the other hand, no one at work has any idea. You have done a great job of masking your enhancements.”
Terry wasn’t sure what to say other than, “Thanks, I guess.” During the meal, Terry subconsciously checked his look and brushed his hair out of his face several times. Sara and Doreen noted this without saying anything. They both thought it was feminine behavior which was not what they expected. After a couple of drinks and some calming conversation, Terry began to slightly relax. They had a nice meal and Sara thanked them for inviting her.
Doreen promised to keep Terry’s secret before Terry and Moira departed for home. In the car, Terry started to break down again. Arriving at Terry’s place, they sat in the car and Moira tried to comfort Terry. “Terry, Doreen is going to keep your secret. She has never said anything to hurt anyone that I know of. Doreen is someone you can count on. Treat her professionally and she will be loyal.” Terry kind of whimpered, “I guess. It’s just so embarrassing.” Moira wanted to deal with this in a different manner, “Terry should I be embarrassed about having breasts?” Terry answered, “Of course not. You’re a girl.
I mean woman.” Moira continued, “So, since I’m a female I shouldn’t be embarrassed by these protuberances on my chest which require specially designed clothes like bras and blouses or other tops designed to accommodate them?” Terry, “I guess.” Moira sat back, “Are you suggesting that you have some special right to be embarrassed because you didn’t previously have breasts? Or is it just embarrassing because you are a male with breasts?” Terry did not understand. “Moira, I’m embarrassed because I have to wear a bra and I have to try to hide it from everyone else.” Moira asked, “Why do you ‘have’ to hide it from everyone else?”
Terry thought it was obvious. “I can’t let anyone know. I’d be a pariah. They’d probably fire me.” Moira laughed, “Terry if they fired you, you would end up owning the company. They can’t fire you for growing breasts. More than half the employees have breasts. They can’t discriminate based on gender and they certainly can’t fire an existing employee who is doing their job for growing or having breasts. They would be in court overnight.” Terry thought about that and kind of nodded. Moira continued, “Terry you are the one embarrassed by your breasts.
I am just trying to help you do your job and keep us all out of trouble. You have to wear clothing that supports your breasts and accommodates your breasts, just like every other person with breasts. In addition, you have to adhere to the dress code at work. We have done all that.” Terry said, “And I appreciate all your help.” Moira said, “But Terry you can’t live in a cocoon. You have breasts. At some time, other people are going to notice. Sara knows because you need someone to sell you bras and other accessories. Eventually, you are going to wear something or go out and people are going to know you have breasts.
You need to own your breasts and simply accept that they are a part of you. Women go through this as their breasts grow usually when they are young girls. Breasts bump into things and people. They seem in the way. But they are a part of you and you need to accept that.” Terry understood what she was saying. “It’s just hard for me. I never thought this would happen to me. I just wanted to be a normal guy.” Moira smiled, “You can be a normal guy.
You just happen to have breasts.” Terry smiled reluctantly. Moira said, “You will have to make decisions on how you look and how you present yourself in the future. You may want to look androgynous which will make the breasts less of an issue. There may be situations where you decide to simply give people the impression you are a girl so that the breasts are not an issue. Those decisions are up to you.”
